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11 July 2008 @ 11:14 am
 A memo was sent out that day to all employees of the office stating the following:

I'm afraid this is more business, so just bear with me. I'm looking forward to getting to know all of you better so that I might asses your needs, or just find out your general well-being here at Dunder Mifflin, Scranton. There is also some paperwork I have to go through with each of you, but I promise it won't take long. I hope to help each and every one of you better enjoy your job, as well as provide employment safety and further skill development. I plan to meet with you one at a time, and in the privacy of the conference room.

Thank you,
Holly Flax  
 
 
10 July 2008 @ 11:55 pm
Angela sat at her desk, going over the same group of numbers for the third time.  She couldn't concentrate and noticed that all day she had been writing that 5+8=11.  She glanced over at Andy's desk.  Andy blew her a dramatic kiss.  She rolled her eyes.  Public displays of affection, who did Andy think she was - Pam?  Her eyes slowly made their way to Dwight's desk.  She was greeted by the back of his head.  Even from behind, Dwight had a presence of power and authority.  She wondered if that was a new suit...it looked nice on him.  With a sigh, Angela turned her attention back to her work.  She had to concentrate.  'Get Dwight out of your mind,' she thought to herself.
 
 
Angela sat staring at the phone for several minutes.  She had the phone number in her hands but couldn't bring herself to dial the number.  Why had the idea of calling Pam for advice popped in her head?  Perhaps it was because she knew Pam had been in a similar situation - being engaged to one man while being in love with another.  Oh Lord, how had she landed herself in a situation that someone like Pam would get stuck in?  Letting out a long sigh, Angela picked up the phone and dialed the cell phone number she had found in the work directory.  As the phone began to rang, Angela contemplated hanging up.
 
 
Michael sat alone in his office, talking to the camera pointed at him, and looking quite sullen indeed. "Well, our dear Pam has left us to fend for ourselves for a long, terrible three months. I feel betrayed, like she betrayed me - us, betrayed us, I mean... like she made hot, sweet love to us, used us for our body, and... left us all alone and helpless in the wilderness. Like Survivorman." A beat, before he looked up, brow raised and expression much more cheerful. "So, we're looking for a new receptionist and I, for one, couldn't be more excited. I've been looking at this mail order bride thing online, and I think a good receptionist is a lot like a good mail order bride. She should be young, pretty, and... easily shipped in one of those packages with all the holes so she can breathe." He smiled eagerly, just as the phone at Pam's empty desk began to ring. Michael held up a finger, motioning that the cameraman should wait one moment. Standing, he cracked open his office door.

"Jim!"

Well, they didn't have a receptionist, after all.
 
 
30 June 2008 @ 10:23 pm
Pam had finally reached New York City after a seemingly endless drive.  The drive wasn't usually so ridiculous, but traffic had been a beast once she hit the outskirts of Manhattan.  Her car was packed with various odds and ends--clothing, books, pillows, bedsheets, cleaning supplies--the usual.  It didn't help that a truck had kicked up a rock and cracked her windshield on the way in.  She was a person who rarely experienced road rage, but this had gotten her close.  She made sure that all of her car doors were locked, afraid that someone was going to hop in and steal her car.  She didn't even want to think of what would have happened to her in that instance.

She looked around in amazement.  She couldn't believe that she was finally in New York City.  Never having been outside of Scranton before, this was quite a change, and more than a little overwhelming.  A car honked behind her, and she looked in her rearview mirror for a moment before realizing that the traffic ahead of her had moved.  For the first time, an animal native to New York City appeared:  The Flipping Bird.

After another tense half hour, she arrived at where she supposed her apartment was.  She parked in the parking garage, parked, turned off the ignition and stepped out of her car.  She took a deep breath, looked around, and checked in.

After getting everything set up, she sat on her bed and stared at her phone.  God, she was lonely already.
 
 
Current Mood: tiredtired
 
 
 
18 May 2008 @ 09:41 pm
She sat in her apartment alone.  She just couldn't stay with Jim tonight.  After having her hopes up for so long, she was crestfallen that nothing had happened between her and Jim at Tobey's party.  It had been an almost perfect day, and she was so deeply in love with Jim that, had he asked her to drop everything and move to China, she would have done just that.  She had to speak to someone who knew Jim better than she even did.  She'd met his sister a few times, and she seemed like just the person that she should speak to.

She dialed Jen Halpert's number, and waited for her to pick up.

She hoped against hope that Jen was there to pick up, because otherwise, she'd just have to eat a pint of Ben and Jerry's and cry herself to sleep.  Oh, and call her mom.  Her mom would understand.