|In Karen's Mind
Author: BlanchetteAndre94 PM
Find out what went throught Karen's mind in "Women's Appreciation," "Beach Games," and "The Job." Truth be told, this story is both cannon AND non-cannon. Half and half. I apologize if its confusing at times. If it is, feel free to msg me and I'll explain. Also, I know it's a little out-dated and I apologize for any Jim/Pam fan as well as any Karen fan. I'm mean to all three.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Humor - & Jim H. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 7,212 - Reviews: 6 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 10-20-12 - Published: 08-25-12 - id: 8465967
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I'm sorry that I haven't updated in such a long time. My college experience as a freshman has been a bumpy road; one that I'm getting used to. But, to continue, here's the next chapter of the story. =) Enjoy!
After a while, they decided to head back towards shore.
Karen could see that Michael had set up a picnic table and was serving a load of hot dogs. She concluded that there will be a hot dog eating contest soon because ordinary people couldn't and wouldn't eat that many hot dogs on their own free will. "Come on you par-tay people!" yelled Michael. She really did not want to eat hot dogs. In fact, she hardly ate them.
"Alright! Who's hungry?" asked Michael. Everyone started to reach for a hot dog when Michael stopped them. It was, indeed, a hot dog contest. Her instincts always right, it seemed.
"On your mark, get set" Michael exclaimed. "Can I have a turkey burger?" asked Kelly. "No," replied Michael, "I have the only one. I claimed it."
"But turkey is a much healthier meat, Michael," whined Oscar. "And I don't eat meat," said Angela. All of sudden, everyone started to talk over each other. Karen could see that Michael was getting frustrated with them. Imagine that, thought Karen, Michael getting frustrated with us. "Ok, ok, ok, guys, come on," said a frustrated Michael, "it is very important that you eat as many hot dogs as you can, alright? Ok, on your mark, get set, EAT!"
"Is there any mustard?" asked Phyllis. "No mustard, no mustard, Phyllis," said Michael, "just eat it."
After an awkward pause, hardly anyone was eating hot dogs. "Come one," whined Michael, "the winner gets a big, big prize."
"What is it?" asked Meredith, her face stuffed with a hot dog. Karen was morbidly disgusted by the way she chewed and talked at the same time. "I can't say it," replied Michael.
"You can't say it, or you can't pronounce it?" replied Jim, obviously toying with their boss. Karen heard her-self laugh. "The winner," yelled a now distraught Michael, "gets a regional manager's salary for a year and a Sebring and the feeling that they are making a difference in the world." He added, "The winner of today gets my job."
Karen looked up towards Michael, then down towards Jim, and then Michael again. Is he being serious?, she thought. The current turn of events have completely altered her perspective of the office and her boss. Michael was a complete and utterly idiotic moron, and worse, her co-workers were too. This wasn't the way to get promoted, you had to work hard for it. And besides, Michael said that he was going to New York for an interview for an open position. It hasn't even been set, and he's confident that he already has the job?!
Karen decided that this will not do. She came up with a plan and mapped it out in her head. It was perfect. And then she thought of Jim. Jim should know about this too, thought Karen.
The sun was starting to go down and the day was almost over. Karen could see that Michael, with the help of others, was prepping for one last game. But she didn't understand the pile of wood near the shore. It looked like they were prepping for a bonfire but couldn't be since they had one game left. I guess I have to wait to find out, thought Karen.
She found Jim a littler farther from the campsite skipping stones on the water. "Hey," she said. "Hey you," he said with a smile on his face. She stood next to him, facing the water, watching him skip stone after stone. A moment passed when he turned towards her and asked her if she wanted to try. "Ooh," she said, her face crunching up. "I never skipped a stone in my life, believe it or not," she finished. "Really?" asked a surprised and disbelieved Jim. "It's easy," he continued to say, "here, I'll show you."
He picked up a stone off the sand and handed it to her. "Okay," Jim said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her, "so what you want to do is extend your arm just like that, make sure your palm is facing the water, and then just flick it." She did what she was told and to her surprise, she skipped her first stone almost perfectly. "Wow," exclaimed Jim. He was just as surprised as she was. "Are you sure you never skipped a stone in your life?" he asked her. "No," Karen replied, enjoying her-self. "Have you ever given any thought that maybe I have an excellent teacher?" she asked Jim.
Jim looked up at her and smiled shyly. His eyes were somewhat hidden beneath his baseball cap and his hands were tucked in his pockets. It looked like he wanted to say something, but was being cautious about it.
Finally, it was Karen who spoke up. "So, " she said, "I've been thinking about that interview." She tried to look reassuringly at Jim. "You mean the one Michael's going for?" asked Jim. "Yeah," she replied. "I was thinking that maybe you and I should try to go for that interview. I mean, I know how long you've been waiting for a chance like this. We always thought about working for corporate, I mean, since there's hardly anything here in Scranton for us. It will be a good change." After finishing her sentence, she placed her thumbs in her pockets, shrugged her shoulders, and smiled at Jim.
"You read my mind," Jim replied. "What?" she found her-self saying. "I was thinking the same thing and I was thinking we should call David...today," he said.
"Alright," said Karen. She was happy with the response Jim had given her.
They sat down on the sand, sitting in front of the waves. Jim took out his cell and dialed David's number. Karen couldn't help but feel ecstatic and over-joyed. Maybe today wasn't such a bad day, she thought.
Moments passed when Jim was finally done speaking on the phone: he was closing in on the call. "Great," he said. The sun was setting even further and the weather got a little cooler too. "Yeah, I'll see you next week. Thank you. And here is Karen Filipelli." He passed his cell to her and she put the receiver next to her ear. "Hello?" she said. "Yeah, hi, David. Yes, I would like to be considered for the corporate position in well." Jim suddenly turned to face her. His expression all but indicated that he was ready to laugh. "'In well'?" he said, taunting her. "As well," she corrected her-self.
"How would that work-in well?" asked Jim. Karen couldn't help but chuckle along but at the same time she wanted to smack him on the back of his head. Instead, she hushed him. "I just want to know," said Jim, a smile spreading across his face. "Yes," said Karen, ignoring his taunts. "Yes, thank you so much David, and I will also see you next week." She handed Jim's cell back to him and playfully punched him on the side of shoulder.
As it turns out, Michael's next game involved walking across scalding hot coals. No one went, except for Dwight, and that was a scary sight to see. She knew Dwight was crazy but she didn't realize that he was this insane since he practically just stood on top of the coals for a while. That guy has some serious issues, she thought.
Pam wanted to walk across the coals too, but Michael turned her down. Karen noticed that she hasn't felt any resentment towards Pam in a long time. I guess that's a good thing, she thought to her-self. But still, they hardly spoke.
Afterwards, Karen and her co-workers gathered around a much smaller bonfire to discuss the future of Dunder Mifflin's Scranton branch. Michael referred to it as "sudden-death, winner-take-all."
"Okay, without further ado, Jim and Dwight," yelled Michael. Karen realized that Stanley was no longer competing, but she also noticed that Andy wasn't there with them. Where is that guy? She saw Jim rise from his seat and turned to faced Michael. "Hey," he said, "I know what you're looking for, but I gotta be honest. I really don't think I should be considered as your replacement."
"You are being too modest," replied Michael. "Michael, on Thursday, I'm gonna drive down and interview with David for the open position in New York," Jim interrupted.
Karen looked up at her boss and she saw that he was slightly taken aback and annoyed. Good, she thought. He was such a moron that she was hoping for someone to put him in his place. Jim did exactly that.
Michael turned away from Jim and focused on Dwight, who was attempting to tell a joke. Though, Karen could tell just from the beginning of the joke that it was distasteful and not funny. She tried to think of the interview. She wondered if she were to get the job, she would convince Jim to come and live with her in New York. She knew if that Jim got the position instead of her, without a doubt, she would come and live with him. The thought of them living together in the bustling streets of New York was serene and sublime. She felt so relaxed and at ease.
"Hey, I want to say something," someone said. She recognized the voice. It was Pam. She looked extremely happy and as if she were running on adrenaline. "I've been trying to be more honest lately, and I just need to say a few things. I did the coal walk!" she screamed. Karen surprised her-self when she smiled at Pam's words. Wow, she thought, all that hate has gone away. Maybe there's still time for her and me to patch up some things.
"Michael, you couldn't even do that. Maybe I should be your boss. Wow, I feel really good," said Pam. "Why didn't any of you come to my art show?" she asked.
Karen felt her smile go away and turned towards Jim. She saw that he had a smile too, but it was slowly fading away. He seemed a little disappointed. "Its like sometimes you guys act like I don't even exist," Pam finished saying. Karen looked around the group and saw that everyone was either looking away towards the water or the ground. No one wanted to look Pam in the eye, not even her. She suddenly felt terrible about the way she felt and thought about Pam. It was unfair to think of her in that way.
Karen noticed that Pam shifted her feet and was now facing Jim. "Jim, I called off my wedding because of you. And now we're not even friends. And things are just weird between us. And I miss you," proclaimed Pam.
Oh no, Karen thought. She was still in love with him. She felt anger and jealously starting to boil inside her. Why does she have to do this now?
"You were my best friend before you went to Stamford, and I really miss you," continued Pam. Karen could see that her eyes were starting to well up. She was slightly annoyed by that. "I shouldn't have been with Roy. There were a lot of reasons why I should've called off my wedding, but I didn't care about those reason until I met you."
That's it, Karen thought, she's proclaiming her love for him in front of the office. God, she's so stupid. Why did this bitch have to do this now? Is she fucking blind? Hello! I'm the one who is dating Jim, not her! Jim's mine, not her's! She wanted to walk up towards Pam and slap her, but resisted. "And now you're with someone else," Pam said, "and that's fine-."
Karen noticed that Pam had just realized that she was technically saying 'I love you' to Jim. "Okay, my feet really hurt," Pam continued to say, "What I'm just trying to say to you Jim is that I missing having fun with you." Everyone was staring at Pam in disbelief, especially Jim. Karen took a peek at him and what she saw broke her heart. He looked ashamed and saddened about his whole relationship with Pam. She came to believe that Jim was still in love with Pam.
She watched Pam run towards the water, hoping to cool off her burned feet. Why did she have to ruin everything?, thought Karen. Everything would've been so much better if she just wasn't in the picture! She clenched her knuckles and heard them crack. She was ready to punch Pam in the face.
It was now 11 o'clock at night. Karen was sleeping in the tent Jim had set up. She couldn't sleep and she knew that Jim couldn't sleep either. He kept tossing and turning, yawning and sighing: it was getting a little repetitive.
There were so many thoughts running through her mind and a mix of emotions that were rummaging through her body. She felt concern, anger, jealously, hate, and sadness. She was happy with Jim for so long and she truly believed that she would be with him in the end and not Pam.
Karen came to the realization that she had lost. In fact, she had lost a long time ago. Jim's heart was and will always be with Pam. She knew that deep down inside her. She never won Jim's heart.
So, that's that. I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. I don't want to offend anyone who is a Jim/Pam/Karen fan, since I put all three of them down at times. But I hope you guys still liked it. It will probably be a while again before I add another chapter though.