The Office Scenarios

How You Met

Michael

Clubbing usually wasn't your thing, what with the crowds and jarring music already racking up your nerves. Your friends convinced you to come out with them after work, yet as the moments pass you find yourself regretting your decision more and more. You down one drink after another, swatting suitors away as they come and go. About having enough of the atmosphere, you try to slide away from the crowd when something catches your eye. A sad, puppy of a man getting rejected by a woman, much younger than him. You feel bad for the poor guy as he slumps over the bar, placing his chin on the palm of his hand. You can't shake the feeling of wanting to somehow comfort the poor guy, so you sigh in defeat and slink back to the bar, taking a seat next to him. He seems too engrossed in his bowl of Maraschino cherries to notice you, so you swipe one from him, mirroring the same chin-in-palm form with a big smirk on your face. "Mind if I have one?"

Jim

Living in a suburban neighborhood can be boring and underwhelming sometimes, aside from the occasional block party or yard sale. Today, of course, was no exception. Probably. Saturdays are the epitome of boring, with 'grocery shopping' and 'laundry' being the only chores occupying your to-do list. Suddenly, you were awake. You miserably slip out of your bed, trudging into your bathroom for that mornin' poo and brushing your teeth. You get dressed in a raggedy t-shirt and shorts, slip on some sneakers and dread the jog you have mentally committed to doing. You walk out the front door of your small home, your hand instinctively shooting up to shield your eyes from the over-bearing sun. You regret taking a step further, but you insist on actually being a functioning human. You're around the corner and are already a huffing mess. You huff and huff, trying your best and unfortunately disregard the oncoming cyclist coming right for you. You yelp, unable to avoid being pretty much run over by a scruffy haired guy, equally as terrified. The impact causes you to fall on your face as he is launched off his bike, both groaning in pain by the end of it all. It's too early for this shit.

Dwight

Being a mail delivery person requires, a certain personality. Ya know, the classic being able to out run dogs and what not. It's a cliché in your head you can't get rid of as you change into your uniform for your first day on the job. There wasn't much training involved other than which routes to do and which key is for which box, which you already dreaded getting mixed up as you make mental notes. Sucking in a quick breath, you make it out the Post Office with jingling keys in your pocket. The van's all loaded up and you go through the motions of your day, jamming to Froggy 101. You look at the last house on your list, not recognizing the area at all. You map quest the house, only to choke on your own laughter as you witness two men on a see saw? This was going to be fun. As you reach the house, you identify one of the men from the map sitting on the front porch. You can't help but giggle as you pull up although you try your best to compose yourself. You grab a rather large box from the van before you make your way up to the porch and setting it down, wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead. "Package for a, 'Dwight Snoot?'"

Ryan

After graduating high school, you figured 'first day jitters' would cease to exist and yet, here you are. Another new school year, another first day of class that you have been dreading all summer. You can already imagine the snooty, condescending upper classmen taking up all the seats farther back in the lecture hall. At least, that's what you think to yourself to avoid contact. They're probably not that bad, but my god if you have to make the same senseless small talk anymore, you're gunna lose it. As you're brooding over your desk, you fail to notice someone taking a seat next to you. The squeak of their chair snaps you out of your thought bubble, causing you to turn your head and make the most awkward eye contact. You briefly meet his grey irises before quickly looking away, thoroughly embarrassed. You hear a faint chuckle erupt from the guy next to you, causing you to sink further into your seat, a mere blushing blob of regret. Gosh, You can never catch a break.

Toby

Stretched? Check. Water? Check. Out of Shape? Unfortunately, check. With every new year comes a resolution to stop being a couch potato and actually be a productive human being. The thing is, the farther you stray from January, the farther you stray from said resolutions. It is now February and it was in that moment of ultimate couch-potatoness that you said 'no, I will stop this potatoness!' How brave, you thought, and how stupid, you cursed as you snapped out of your thoughts in the middle of the 5K you committed to in January, forgot to train for, and are currently failing. You huffed heavily down the crowded road filled by other runners, much faster than you when the worst occurrence pops into your brain. 'I've gotta pee'. The "out-of-shape" sweat quickly turns into panicked sweat as you merge off the course to find a public restroom as quickly as possible, dodging pedestrians meanwhile trying your hardest not to do the pee pee dance. Then, standing in all of its disgusting glory is the only port-a-potty in sight and by god were you gunna piss yourself any second. As you're about to reach it, a blonde stocky male blocks the potty in sight, when you catch him by the arm, exclaiming: "dUDE PLEASE JUST LET ME GO FIRST!!" This throws the man off, wide blue eyes staring at you bewildered before they quickly turn into a scowl. "H-hey, I need to use the r-restroom as well!" Your bickering is interrupted by the slamming of the potty door, the handle turning red stating 'occupied'. You scowl at each other, sighing in defeat as you individually potty dance while you wait.

Gabe 

Transferring to a different school is difficult in itself, transferring to a different state entirely is quite the feat. You wanted to expand your horizons and explore new opportunities academically as well as socially so your Aunt Jo thought it'd be most convenient for you to just move in with her in Tallahassee! "Anything for my favorite niece", she boasted over the phone as you waited outside the airport, luggage tightly wound in your nervous grip. "Now, you stay right where you are and my assistant Gabe'll be right over. Tall, pale, stick of a man, ya cant miss em. I'll see you at home, sweet pea!" was all she mentioned before hanging up, leaving you with a fairly difficult description of who this 'Gabe' is. A cute, blue smart car rolls up next to you which you just cant get over the cuteness of its size. At least until a very tall, lanky man anxiously pops out. You can't help but compare him to one of those clowns with the super small cars, but you digress and call out to the man who is even more flustered by this. He quickly makes his way around the car shaking your hand with sweaty palms, loading up your luggage and holding open the small door for you. You slip in, looking forward to what's to come of the ride to your Aunt's house.

Erin

          As you tightened your black cap once more to your sweaty head, you could only dread what the rest of your day was going to be like. You are the not-so-proud manager of Scranton's Taco Bell-Express, the holy grail of fast food. It's been a week since you've been promoted to manager and you were kicking ass. Unfortunately being a sweaty, aching blob of mediocrity for 20 hours a week was taking a toll on your social life; not that you had much of a social life to begin with, but that's besides the point. The squeak of tennis shoes snap you back into work mode. You grab an extra uniform from your small office in the back and squeeze you way through the kitchen out to the front counter. The new trainee the previous manager hired was the cutest red head you've ever laid eyes on. Cheesy, but what the hell. "Er, Kelly?"

                             

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