Five Emails Jim Drafted on Casino Night (Only One of Which He Sent).
Subject: I’m sorry
I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you tonight. I shouldn’t have told you I loved you. I know you’re with Roy, and it’s not appropriate. I put my own feelings ahead of yours and that is something I shouldn’t have done. I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me.
I’m not sorry for what I said, or what I did. I needed you to know. And I accept your decision. I wish you all the happiness in the world.
What the fuck, Beesly? Seriously.
I am excited to accept the offer to go to Stamford. Is there any way that we can accelerate the process? I realize that there may not be work for me there on Monday, but I’d rather start apartment-hunting now and start there, say, a week from Monday? I want to hit the ground running on this transfer, and I don’t think another week or two at Scranton is going to help things. Dwight Schrute will happily take my customers, I'm sure, on his own initiative, so I doubt the company will lose out. I would be willing to move my vacation currently scheduled for early June to this coming week if it will help facilitate accelerating the transfer.
Let me know if this is possible, or if there might be other options to achieve this same goal.
I can’t do this anymore. Jan offered me a promotion if I move to Stamford. I’m taking it.
Have a nice life.
“I can live no longer by thinking”