🍬candy cats🍬 (pamgela lol)

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(AN: thiss sucks im sorry but gotta have some pamgela SOMEWHEREEEE AAAAAA also yea sorry if i get details wrong and yes the timeline is sorta different u can ask if ur confused i guess)

Pam Beesly really did not like the idea that someone, anyone would dislike her. Even al-Queda, which was only mostly an exaggeration. Why should anyone hate Pam? She was nice, quiet and sometimes cute. That was the issue though. A common comment about Pamela was her lack of courage, and how much of a doormat she could be. People did like her, but didn't really like her. What else was there to know except she was the receptionist who could photocopy your papers?

Beesly picked up on the remarks made about her. Starting from today, she would be courageous and stand up for herself. She was so determined to finally make a change, and this morning she decided to change her hairstyle. Sure, it may not seem like much, but to Pam it was empowering. No more tied back hair Pam she whispered to herself over and over.

"Pam." Pam's thought train her concentration on the dog sketch in her notebook was broken by a stern face. It was Angela Martin. "Here." Angela passed over the papers she had.
"What would you like me to do with those...?" Pam asked.
"What do you think? Eat it?" Angela was usually like this. Rude and cold, elegant but in a sort of stiff way. A classy grinch... however Angela was very religious so perhaps that wasn't the best analogy.
"No, I mean would you like me to shred it, file it, fax or photocopy?" Pam tried to be as patient as she could. It was one of her best skills.
"Shred! Can't you read it?! It's all expired and old, and Kevin decided get his greasy fingers on it as well." Angela snapped.
"Okay, right into the shredder then. Sorry."

Pam spun on her shabby chair to the right and shredded the documents. Why didn't you say it wasn't your job to read those stupid things? Jeez! Okay, okay... it's alright... it's just day one... no need to be hard on you Pam... we'll get there.

"Sup Beesly." Jim Halpert had snuck his way to Pam's desk while she was still turned at the shredder.
"Oh! Hey."
"I heard that Roy's coming back from his holidays soon. You got anything planned?"
"Um, I don't know... you know how I always tell you how he tries to talk to me... I just don't think we'd make great friends or lovers or whatever he's trying to get at. You know how that all went down." Pam tried to smile at her words.
"Enemies?"
"Nah."
"Frenemies?"
"Nope."
"A complicated acquaintance situation where-"
"Jim!" Jim and Pam were both chuckling. The guy Roy did flirt with Pam a lot but Pam never really liked him back. In fact, they were almost engaged but Pam knew she couldn't put them both through that.

Another "Jim!" was called.
"Yes, Dwight."
"This client would rather talk to a dummy like you. -Oh yes, sir he's coming. Please feel free to call me for your valued paper needs. JIM HURRY UP!" Jim sprang back.

All Pam could do now while nothing was going on was just to go back to doodling. She had finished her dog pretty quickly, so she decided to draw her dream home. A large pink house in a quiet area, with not too modern of a look and a veranda. Maybe a hammock in the veranda, maybe a balcony too. Her house right now was a cramped apartment at a fairly busy area. And it wasn't that charming type with all the plants and bright buildings with interesting quirks like some European cities. It was more just some boring dirty rectangular prism. At least the inside wasn't too bad.

Ring ring

"Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam. Yep I can fill the form out. ... Uhhhh Creed Bratton was it? How many stars? ... I'm sorry that your experience was unpleasant. Have a good day."

Angela took this chance to peer over the felt wall to see what Pam was drawing. She stood up and got on her tippy toes... a house. Not too bad. Awfully messy however. Angela thought to herself. She then took the time to observe her desk. It was quite cosy actually, as horridly cluttered the lower part was. The top simply had some cards, pens and a candy bowl that was almost empty. Pam's chair started to slowly swivel around. Angela ducked down and shuffled back to her chair.

"What was that about?" Oscar asked.
"Did you see how messy that desk was?" Angela whispered.
"No, why does it matter?"
"Because she's reception! I hope at least the cabinets are perfect!" She may have whispered a bit too harshly because now it was Beesly's turn to peek over the border. Her eyes had a hurt expression.

Oscar stated. "Angela, you know she was right behind you."
"So...? Some things just need to be said. It wasn't even an insult at all, just a note."
"You made it sound mean, I think you should apologise."
"Why?"
"Pam seems to be a bit shaken. Pam, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Angela's okay, she's right." Pamela said quietly, drifting back to her seat.
"See? She's fine. I don't have to."
"I still think you should."

Pam tried to reason. It's just some very rude lady! Who cares if it's messy? Nothing has went wrong with how you sorted things so far. She tried to comfort herself but one tear did come out. But she quickly held them in again and distracted herself with solitaire on the computer.

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The end of the day finally came around. It wasn't a good day for Pam but it could've been worse. Jim had come around to her desk a few times with some jokes and discussions about ideas, and pretzel day is coming soon so there's that. Pam grabbed her coat and packed up her bag. She was last to leave besides Micheal, who was still in his office. Down the stairs she went, and through the lobby.

"Hello, Pam."
"AH! Oh... hi Angela... sorry, ah, I didn't see you!" Angela was quite short. Perhaps so short you couldn't see her behind a grain of rice (Boom! Roasted! aw fug im so sorry i had to).
"Hmph. I am just here to formally apologise about intimidating you about your desk." Angela was looking away, almost flustered. Saying sorry wasn't her thing and was a first for her in the office.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm glad you apologised though... thank you."
"So is it apology accepted."
"Yes."
"Very well! I'll be off now. Drive safely." And with that, Angela Martin speed walked away in the snow, leaving Pam a bit baffled. Pam put her gloved hands in her pocket and trudged to her car. What a weird day.