David Brent Vs. Michael Scott: Who Would You Rather Work For?

If were going to make this a competition, it has to be a competition of wills, of minds, of philosophies. So let's take one at a time.
David Brent: Sure he's a little tubby and comes to acquire the nickname Bluto (from Popeye)(which is really a good nickname!). But isn't he just adoreable in his leather jacket and boots. Always ready to turn on his employees, but always desperate to please. It just seems like his British underlings have the most minimal of respect for him. No one wants to have anything to do with him and try there best to avoid him at any cost. What is it about this man that makes him so loveable? Really at times he is not quite as loveable as Michael Scott. If it comes down to him getting in trouble or being able to blame it on someone else-he's on it. But his desperate attempts to be liked, which is all he really cares about, strikes a cord somewhere deep in everyone's psyche; making his crying attempt to keep his job extremely heart wrenching. The office is all he has. Three years later after being laid off (made redundent, which I'm still not sure what that means) he still comes to the office to chat with his former coworkers...whether they like it or not. Finally though, he comes through and proves himself to be a rather wonderful human being after all and not just the whipping boy he had allowed everyone to make him, even his supposed best friend.

I'll comment more on this great debate, but man, I'm trying to drink some beers and need to concentrate.