Oh my gosh I love this! :D Pam was superbly in character and I LOVED Dwight! xD Always cracks me up, and you captured him perfectly! ^^

OOC: Thank you! ^^ 

((This is so wonderfully written! o A o I wish I’d watched more episodes of The Office so I could fully appreciate it. D8))

OOC: Thank you! 8D Oh, same goes for me with the other shows in this group. They all look so good (both roleplays and tv shows) but I can never find time to catch up on them all *_*

Stapler!

BAM.

BAM.

BAM. 

Damn this stapler to hell! It just. Would not. Work!

Despite the countless times of pounding the darn thing, Pam found no avail to securing these sales reports together. Hitting broken items never seemed to make them work again. With a groan of frustration, she grabbed the chunk of useless plastic and attempted to open it up. It was probably out of staples. Which only figured because there was a small voice in the back of her head that caused her suspicions about the total stock of staples, within the entire office. A dim lighted success appeared, 15 minutes later, as she discovered that the stapler was indeed out of staples. However, the very last one was jammed into the…mouth piece? Is that what it was called?

Pam only rolled her eyes and plopped down on her chair, a freshly sharpened pencil held as her weapon for freeing the staple in distress. Whatever the area was called, she was determined to unjam it and get on with her office life. The copper haired women braced her feet firmly on the ground and prepared for this difficult task.

‘Difficult task’ PFFFFF. Her creativity was making things overly dramatic again. It just goes to show how bored Pam got and how desperate she was for some entertainment. As amusing as Jim’s pranks on Dwight were, comedy could only satisfy so much of her dissipation craving. Pam desired drama, she desired action, romance, heart-breaking, tear-jerking emotion-…

She was doing it again.

She shook her head and focused on the issue in hand: fix this stupid, God-forsaken stapler and continue to work on sales reports. Her hand raised high. Eyes focused intensly on her target. But her muscles only managed to twitch before she felt some paper like material hit the left side of her face and land in her lap. Pam noticed the small, yellow stack of paper and faced the direction of which it came from, frowning.

“What the heck, Dwight?”

The salesman peered over the rim on his glasses, his usual expression of serious informaty staring at her. “If you insist on performing the ancient ritual of Seppuku, you’re doing it entirely wrong. In fact, it’s almost a disgrace to the tradition itself….even though your heritage does not seem to be of strong Japanese lineage.”

Pam could only stare at him, “…what?”

Dwight sighed in slight annoyance,  ”To preform the suicide, correctly-“

“Suicide?” she scoffed in disbelief.

He nodded, “Seppuku; the ancient, Japanese tradition where a disgraced Samurai would plunge a short blade into their stomach,” he mimicked the motion mentioned, his usual look of slightly crazed ferocity appearing, “and cut their guts out!”

Pam stared at him further, one eyebrow raised and the other frowning, while her mouth was open. She could not think of what to respond to that with. Pam knew Dwight had his moments of violence and stopped giving him looks years ago, but where had that comment even come from? Suicide?! What could have made Dwight think that she was going to stab herself in the-

She looked down and then she understood why. Pam had not noticed that she positioned her stapler target in front of her stomach. And with her hand gripping the pencil raised the way it was, the misconception that she was going to stab herself became understandable. Pam lowered her hand and placed the stapler upon her desk, slightly embarressed. She could only predict what ever form of condescension Angela was going to give her, later. This is why Pam had to get out of the habit of letting herself become so dramatic out of boredom. With this incident, she was only rising closer to Kelly’s level of dramatics. Pam shuddered. 

She glanced up from her train of thought to see her husband watching her, a look of mock seriousness plastered on his face. That usual gleam of playfullness was in his eyes. 

Pam scoffed again and decided to clip the salesreports together, instead.

ooc: i’m afraid to look at my dashboard because of spoilers for the new Office episode. #THE DEFAULTS OF TIMEZONES #UGH

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receptionist-erin:

pamhalpertrp:

Yeah, I can’t blame you. I think there’s something in the water, haha. 

Really? You think something’s in the water? Nothing poisonous… right?

Oh, no. It was just joke, Erin.

receptionist-erin:

pamhalpertrp:

Um, Phil was actually born a month or so ago, so my pregnancy has been over for a while. But it was really only different in that we knew what to expect and weren’t that nervous. Honestly, when we found out I was pregnant with Cece, our relationship was already like we were married. 

Oh, oops! I thought something was different, but couldn’t remember what. Silly me! It’s hard to keep up with who’s having babies lately.

Yeah, I can’t blame you. I think there’s something in the water, haha. 

receptionist-erin:

You’re welcome, Erin~

How’s your pregnancy going? Is it different since you’re married through the whole thing this time?

Um, Phil was actually born a month or so ago, so my pregnancy has been over for a while. But it was really only different in that we knew what to expect and weren’t that nervous. Honestly, when we found out I was pregnant with Cece, our relationship was already like we were married. 

wow, someone take these Hunger Games books out of my hand before I get even more attached to the characters and end up sobbing hysterically like I did when I finished the Deathly Hallows, while pregnant with Cece. 

receptionist-erin:

iambatmannow:

I don’t know- if muffins aspire then they probably aspire to be cupcakes. 

Well I aspire to be a great receptionist like everyone says Pam was, but I don’t want anyone to take me out of my box, put icing on me and call me Pam!

You don’t have to worry about that, Erin. You’re already a fantastic receptionist, in your own way. 

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