On the whole though, . . .

". . . Halpert with Dunder Mifflin Paper Company."

. . . the typical workday was pretty quiet and easygoing.

Jim learned phone calls.

". . . Halpert. H-A-L-"

Jim learned sales calls.

". . . Halpert with you, Dwight. Show him the ropes."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Truck. Jim, are you ready to go on an unforgettable journey of self-discovery?"

"Uh . . ."

And Jim learned . . .

Okay, here we go.

". . . sound weird and there's no reason for me to know this . . ."

Don't panic.

". . . but that mixed berry yogurt you're about to eat . . ."

Be cool.

". . . is expired."

"Wha- What?"

. . . Pam's favorite flavor of yogurt.

Her expression was befuddled, he'd caught her off guard.

Casually strolling up to her desk.

Hands in pockets, slouch that his mom . . .

". . . straight, Jim."

"Sorry, Mom."

. . . never could quite break him of.

Initially intending to make small talk over the newly refilled candy dish.

Maybe some Skittles. Or Jujubes.

Instead, . . .

"Hey."

"Hey."

. . . going straight for the fermented dairy products.

Pam, yogurt container and spoon already in hand, lid already removed and tossed in the receptacle under her desk.

Jim, pretending those butterflies in his stomach aren't going absolutely crazy . . .

Never met a girl who gave me ulcers before.

I don't know if that's a good thing or not.

. . . had drawn up all his courage.

"Oh my gosh, you're right!"

And spoken.

"How did you know that?"

It's been in the fridge for two weeks.

"Oh, I have my ways."

And she had grinned, delighted little flicker popping up like a tree sprite out of a forest flower.

No more high school performances of Midsommer Night's Dream for me.

Even if my cousin is playing Oberon.

"Well, I'll have to fire my phone psychic now and hire you instead. What's your fee?"

A cup of coffee? Marriage?

And he also learned . . .

"So, um, now that I've saved you from the horror of expired dairy consumption, would you like to-"

"Hey, babe."

"Oh. Hey, Roy. Jim, this is my boyfriend, Roy . . ."

Boyfriend?

". . . down in the warehouse."

Him?

"Roy, this is Jim . . ."

Really?

". . . here last week."

He's an ape.

"Oh. Well, nice to meet you, Jim."

A nice ape.

"Yeah, uh, you too."

But an ape.

"So, ready to go?"

And not . . .

"Yeah, sure. Just let me get my coat."

. . . me.

"Bye, Jim."

"Bye. Pam."

So she had a boyfriend.

A nice boyfriend.

He guessed.

But still . . .

"So how long have you and Roy been going out?"

"Umm, a while."

Casual throat clear.

"So, is it serious or . . ."

Vague nod/shrug combo.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I mean, I guess. So, how was your sales call with Dwight?"

. . . a boyfriend.

Damn.

He considered letting it go.

I mean, if she's happy . . .

Not talking to her.

. . . then that's good for her.

Even just quitting.

I mean it's just paper.

It's not even a career.

But in the end, he diplomatically decided . . .

But I guess I shouldn't overreact.

It's just a job.

. . . to get up out of bed . . .

And he's just a boyfriend.

Her boyfriend.

. . . and go to work.

And at least . . .

". . . Toby, you are a stale ham sandwich of a human being, do you know that?"

"Michael-"

"No, seriously, I mean, I swear to God-"

. . . there were some distractions anyway.

"Question. If I cut off my foot and swing it at your head, am I hitting you or kicking you with it?"

"Well, uh, Dwight, you're most likely mentally scarring me more than anything else."

"What- that wasn't one of the options-"

So that was good.