(AN: I don’t own ANYTHING from The Office… I know there have been maybe one or two intern fics, and I didn’t steal the idea from those people lol. R&R and enjoy!!!)

I walked slowly up the stairs of the building and looked for the door that said “Dunder Mifflin Paper Company Inc.”, with my yellow bag on my shoulder. It had everything I thought I would need for the day: paper of course, pens, pencils, my iPod in case I didn’t have anything to do, and other things. How did I get stuck doing this? I thought. A paper company. Could there be a more boring place to work?

The last week of my sophomore year of high school, all the guidance counselors made us go to an assembly that talked about how we should be starting to think about what we want to do for a living. My cousin worked for the Akron branch of Dunder Mifflin, and he said that there was an internship open, so I took advantage of my connection and filled out the papers. I sent them to the nearest branch, Scranton, where I had lived all my life, and a week later the corporate office sent me an e-mail that said they liked me and I got the internship.

I found the suite I was looking for, and hesitantly opened the door. The place looked pretty professional, there were people working on computers, making phone calls, the usual events of a regular office. I went up to the receptionist. She had brownish-red hair, tied back, a sort of cute outfit, she looked friendly, and she didn’t have that much make-up on, but still was pretty.

“Hi. I’m… Sara Geller, the intern for the summer,” I said, trying to sound confident.

“Pam Beesly,” she told me, holding out her hand. I shook it, even though my hand was shaking from being nervous. “Hold on.” She picked up the phone and dialed a number. “Michael, the intern’s here.” She looked up at me. “Michael’s our boss. If I were you, I’d be prepared.”

Within seconds, my new boss, Michael, came bounding out of his office. He was short, had big eyes, and sort of a big nose. He came up to me.

“Hi! Michael Scott, at your service,” he said in a bad fake British accent. I held out my hand for him. “No, no, no. We don’t shake here! We’re like one big, happy family! We hug!” he shouted, grabbing me. He could tell that I was uncomfortable from the bear hug. “Anyway, let me show you around.”

“Oh boy,” I said sarcastically.

Michael talking-head

“Do I like kids?” Michael asked the camera. “Of course, I wanna have kids of my own someday.” He took a sip of his coffee.” The intern already loves me, I told you I had a thing with children…” The camera crew give him a weird look. “No, not like that… it’s just that kids seem to warm up to me!!”

“You’ll be working in sales if you already didn’t know,” he informed me. “So let me introduce you to them first.” We walked over to the two desks across from Pam’s desk. “This, my little grass-hoppa, is Jim Halpert. He’s the ninth best salesman in the company, a hard worker, and currently hooking up with Pam over there.”

“Jim,” the man said, smiling. He was tall, probably about 6’ 3”, had gorgeous eyes, and a warm, friendly smile. I shook his big hand, blushing. He was unbelievably cute. “Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Sara,” I squeaked out. “And you too.” I couldn’t help staring.

“OK, on with the tour,” Michael said, snapping me out of it. “Over here, we have Dwight.” I studied him for a minute. He had a bad haircut, glasses that looked 20 years old, and he had a very smug look on his face when he saw me.

“What do we have here?” he asked, looking at me. “A teenager… uck.”

“Dwight, be nice. She’s the intern,” Michael told him.

Dwight talking head

“This… weakling is the intern?” he asked the camera. “She wouldn’t survive a day as a Schrute… probably couldn’t even plow a row of the fields.”

“Moving on…” Michael said, feeling the tension between me and Dwight. “This sexy stud i-.”

“Michael, you know that makes me uncomfortable- oh hi,” he said, noticing me. “Ryan Howard.” He had dark hair and piercing blue eyes.

“Ryan here’s been through a lot with us. He went from being a temp here at Scranton, got promoted to vice president at corporate, got arrested for fraud, and now he’s back here as a salesman!” Michael explained.

“You didn’t have to do it like that,” Ryan said.

“That’s what she said,” Michael said. I rolled my eyes at him, and so did Ryan. It was obviously a joke that everyone had heard a million times. He awkwardly lead me over to another part of the large room, where a weirdly attractive guy was looking at something on his computer with a huge smirk on his face.

“Andy,” Michael said. “This is Sara, the new intern.”

“Hi there. Andy Bernard,” he said, trying to be smooth. He held out his hand and flashed me a killer smile. I shook it, trying not to laugh at his dorky-ness.

As we were about to go over to another part of the room, the only woman at the group of desks got up and made her way to the copier in the middle of the room.

“Angela!” Michael shouted, grabbing her arm.

“Don’t ever touch me again Michael,” she snapped, fixing her shirt.

“This is Sara… the new intern for the summer,” he told her.

“Hello,” she said to me coldly. She didn’t even bother shaking my hand or anything, and just walked away. Holy crap, what’s up her ass? I thought. She was very petite, obviously a bitch from the way she greeted me, and her clothes looked like they were from the 1700s she was so covered up.

“What’s up her butt?” I whispered to Michael.

He laughed. “Alllrighty then,” he said, showing me over to a group of desks where an older looking woman, a heavy-set African American guy, and a woman that looked older than she probably was were sitting.

“This is Phyllis,” he told me. “She’s sorta like the grandmother in our Dunder Mifflin family.”

“Michael, I’m the same age as you,” she said, sounding annoyed.

“It doesn’t matter, you’re still the oldest looking,” he said. She looked offended.

“Hi, I’m Sara,” I told her. “And you don’t look a day over 30!”

“Thank you!” she said.

Angela and Phyllis talking-head

“Did you see what she was wearing?” Angela asked. “Her capris were too tight on her butt and her shirt was way too low!”

“I think she looked cute,” Phyllis said.

“It’s like she wants all the guys here to be staring at her. And she’s what, 20 years younger than them?” she asked. “Only a hussy would want an older man.”

“She was nice, and very polite,” Phyllis said. “You don’t find girls like that anymore.”

“Ullck,” Angela muttered, rolling her eyes.

Michael lead me to the back corner of the office. “Kelly, Toby, come out of The Annex!” he called.

“Why cant we just-“ I started.

“No, no, no, I don’t think you wanna go in there,” he told me, holding me back. “Toby’s in HR… ew.”

Just as he said that, a perky looking Indian girl dressed in pink came walking out of the corner, and a tired looking man followed. He looked tired of his job.

“Kelly… Toby,” Michael said. He over-emphasized the name Toby smugly. “This is Sara, she’s gonna be interning here for the summer.”

“Hi, Toby,” the tired looking man said.

“Hi, I’m Kelly!” the perky girl said. “Oh my God, that shirt is so cute! Where’d you get it?”

“Express I think,” I told her. “I like your shoes.”

“Thanks” she said. “Have you seen the Twilight movie yet? Edward is amazing!!”

“I read the book… the movie was alright,” I said. “I like Jacob better.”

“Mhmm, he’s cute too,” she agreed. “Oh my God, did you hear about the Gossliens getting divorced?”

“Yeah,” I told her. “I feel so bad for the kids!”

“Me too,” she said.

“Okay, enough girl talk,” Michael interrupted. “We have to go over some things.”

Kelly and Ryan talking-head

“Sara is so cool!” Kelly shouted. “We have like, so much in common!” Ryan rolled his eyes at Kelly. “What Ryan?”

“N-nothing,” he told her.

“You’re lying to me, Ryan Howard!” she yelled, storming out of the room.

“She was just being nice,” he told the camera. “I don’t know anyone in this office that doesn’t think Kelly’s annoying…”

“Okay,” Michael said, closing his office door behind him and sitting at his desk. “During your internship here, you’re gonna have to go on a sales call with each of our salesman.”

I nodded.

“You’re gonna have to make calls and make sales,” he explained. “And sales are cortical to this company, so whenever (or if) you make any sales, you get paid commition. But other than that, you don’t get paid.”

“Alright,” I told him.

“So… you’ll be working with Jim,” he told me. I started blushing. Yes! I get to work with the cute guy! I thought. “I think he’ll be a big help.”

“Me too,” I agreed.

“Alrighty then,” he said. “You can go over to Pam and give her all your paperwork.”

I walked out of Michael’s office, and back over to Pam’s desk.

“Uhm… Michael said that I needed to give you some paperwork,” I told her.

“Oh yeah,” she said.

I rummaged through my bag, and I found that folder that had all of my working papers, application, and all that stuff in it. I noticed what looked like an engagement ring on Pam’s finger.

“Oh my God, you’re ring is gorgeous,” I told her.

“Really? You like it?” she asked, holding out her hand so I could see the ring better.

“Mhmm,” I told her. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Jim,” she told me, looking in his direction. Damn! The cute guys are always taken, I thought. It doesn’t matter anyways, he could be my brother…

“I had a feeling there was something going on between you two,” I said. “You guys are so cute together!”

“Thanks,” she said. “How do you like Dunder Mifflin so far?”

“It’s really crazy,” I said. “And Michael’s… a character.”

“Yeah, he’s really immature sometimes,” she said, laughing at what I’d said.

“Jeez, I haven’t even been here a day yet and I can already tell I’m gonna have fun working here,” I told Pam. “I think Michael said something about Jim helping me out, so I should really… go do that.”

“It’s no big deal, if you don’t get started before 12 he wont mind,” she told me. “Michael’s a really laid back kinda boss.”

Pam and I talked for a little while, and we were becoming fast friends. I told her about my family, friends, my favorite movies, tv shows, all that stuff. From time to time Michael peeked out of his office, and he finally yelled at us.

“Come on guys, break up the coffee clutch already,” he shouted. “The kid has stuff to do, and I want it to be done before we start important things.”

I got a chair from the corner and pulled it up to Jim’s desk.

“OK… do you have your internship papers filled out?” he asked.

“Yup,” I told him.

“Good, that’s one less thing I gotta help you with,” he said. I got a little upset, because I thought he liked me. “No, no, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just a little… lazy.”

“I understand,” I told him. “I goof off a lot too.”

“Did you… set up an email account on our network yet?” he asked.

“Nope,” I told him. He opened up Microsoft Outlook for me, and clicked “create account”. He helped me fill out all the information, like name, address, birthday, etc.

“You’re last name’s Geller?” he asked. “Like Ross and Monica from FRIENDS?”

“Yeah, all my friends’ moms used to always say, “How are Ross and Monica? Tell them I said hi” and stupid stuff like that,” I told him.

“That’s cool,” he said. “Now you have to pick an email.”

“I like the Phillies and the Eagles… how about something with those?” I asked. He shrugged his shoulders. “I got it! NewKid93!”

“Like New Kids on the Block? The boy band?” Jim asked.

“No way! I don’t even listen to them… cause I’m new here,” I explained.

“Oh… that’s clever,” Jim said.

“Yeah…” I said, blushing. I saw a rubber band on Jim’s desk picked it up, and shot it at Dwight.

“Oww! Jim I cant believe you would be so chil- oh it’s you,” he said, getting mad at me. “I’m telling Michael.” I rolled my eyes at him when he had his back turned. When he was talking to Michael, I snuck over to his desk and found his paper clip holder. I started stringing them together, and Jim noticed and went along with it, so he was my lookout. I only had a few more left when I thought I heard Michael’s door open.

“Hurry up!” Jim whispered. “He’s opening the door!” The door didn’t open, so I was safe for a few more minutes. I finished the string, and carefully put it back in the holder. I had enough time to get back to where I was sitting. He made it look like he was showing me something, but when Dwight had to staple something and there were no more staples in the stapler and decided to use a paper clip, I couldn’t hold in my laughter. When he tried to pull out just one paper clip and the whole chain came out and he kept pulling it, I blew it.

“Intern! Get over here!” he yelled.

“No,” I told him. “As far as I know, you’re not my boss.”

“I am your superior, you have to do what I say,” he ordered.

“Ughh,” I whined, walking over to Dwight’s desk.

“I thought you were going to be different, join the Dwight Army of Champions. But no, you’re a slacker/loser/wise-ass like Jim,” he said.

“And…?” I asked.

“Why do I even bother?” he said, mumbling to himself. “You could’ve been something here, but you just blew it!”

I ignored Dwight and walked back to Jim’s desk.

“Yeah!” he said, giving me a high five. “That was great!”

“I know,” I said.

Michael walked out of his office holding a VHS. “Alright everyone, it’s Monday, you know what that means!” he bellowed. There was a chorus of “ughh”s and “not again!”s from almost everyone. “Moooovie Mooonday!”

“Movie Monday?” I mouthed to Jim as we got up and went into the conference room.

“Michael makes us watch Varsity Blues every, single Monday so we can get over our Monday blues,” he explained.

“That movie was supposed to be good,” I said.

“It’s not good anymore when you’ve seen it over 20 times,” Jim said.

We sat in the back of the room so we could whisper back and forth during the movie. Pam came in and sat down next to Jim, and I got uncomfortable. They probably wanted to be alone, not hanging out with me. I got up to sit somewhere else.

“Where’re you going?” Pam asked.

“To find another seat,” I told her. “I don’t wanna interrupt your… alone time.”

“It’s fine,” Jim assured me. “We are friends right?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure you guys don’t wanna hang out with a 15-year-old…”

“You’re a nice kid,” Pam said.

“And you pulled a prank on Dwight, so I guess you’re alright,” Jim said. He could tell I took him seriously. “I’m just kidding! You’re great.”

“So we are friends?” I asked.

“Of course,” Pam and Jim said at almost the exact same time.