As he rode the elevator to the second floor of Scranton Business Park, Jim noticed that his palms were sweating.

Seriously? Sweaty palms? Christ, what am I, twelve?

He wiped his hands against his pants, stretched his neck from side to side and took a deep breath. It was his first day on the job at Dunder Mifflin Paper Company and he felt really stupid being nervous.

Ok, this is not a Fortune 500 company here. This is small potatoes. Relax.

The elevator doors parted and he swiftly pushed open the glass doors of his new job. The room was eerily quiet, except for the ticking and humming of machines. He strode towards reception and waited for the girl behind the desk to get off the phone.

“Yes, ok, I will give him the message.” She set down the phone and turned her attention to Jim. “Hi, can I help you?” She said with a neutral expression.

“Um, yeah, hi, I'm Jim? I'm new here?”

“Oh. Oh yeah? Jim....Halpert. You're the guy Michael hired at that blitz at Chili's.”

“Yeah,” he said with a slight chuckle. “That was a very...interesting...interview process.”

The receptionist's face fell, “Oh my god, did he make you eat your weight in Awesome Blossom?”

A smile crept across Jim's face. “Well, actually, I'm allergic to onions, so...”

“Are you really?”

“Ummm...no.”

“Nice,” she said with a nod and a smile. “I'm Pam, by the way, Pam Bees--”

A high falsetto voice emerged from an office behind Jim.

“Pam's milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and they're like it's better than yours--”

“Michael--,” Pam huffed with a sigh.

“Damn right it's better than yours--”

Jim stuck out his hand hoping to somehow stop the horror that was occuring in front of him.

“Hi, Mr. Scott? Jim Halpert.”

“Ahhh...yes...Jim Boy...onion allergy. I remember. But seriously man, call me Michael...or Mike...just don't call me Shirley,” he said, beaming while vigorously shaking Jim's hand. “Ah ha! Get it? Don't call me Shirley? Naked Gun. Hi-larious.”

Jim gave Michael a puzzled look. Michael cleared his throat and gleefully exclaimed, “Soooo... how would you like the Official Michael Scott Dunder Mifflin Tour Extravaganza?!”

“Um...sure.”

“All right. All aboard!!!” Michael clamped an arm around Jim's shoulder. “So...you've met the Office Hottie, Pam, who as you can tell has some pre-tty nice milkshakes. So, follow me, my friend, as I introduce you to the rest of the Dunder Mifflin family.”

Jim slowly turned to Pam with mock fear and a lopsided grin as Michael dragged him away from reception.

Pam remained standing at behind her desk with a whisper of a smirk on her lips.

“He seems nice,” she said outloud without realizing it.

Angela, who had been watching the whole scene from behind her partition, said with a sneer, “Who are you talking to?”

“What?” Pam turned and blushed. “Uh, nobody. I'm just...umm...I think I have some faxes to get out.”

“Uh huh.” Angela returned to her desk just as Michael roared, “That's what she said!!” from across the room.