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I am the regional manager of Dunder-Mifflin Utica branch. Turns out it's a pretty easy gig when your boss isn't an idiot and your boyfriend's not in love with somebody else.
If Karen still had any doubts about pulling out a film reel (three days, that's all the bookshelf had given her - the same goddamn one), they vanished as soon as the episode started.
She sat, curled up on the couch with her legs under her and hair pulled up into a messy ponytail. Any kind of bad mood thanks to the weather she'd been slipping into melted away, and it was weird watching herself on screen like that, being proud of herself. She looked good, she looked like she'd pulled through, and she was regional manager. Karen back home was doing pretty goddamn good, and it made watching the other two film reels of the show seem like bad dreams.
She was practically in tears of laughter as it kept going, and she had to wonder what kind of island god was smiling down on her right then to give her Jim stuck in a car with Dwight and Michael, and then in a fake mustache and warehouse uniform. It was the revenge she'd always dreamed of having, even if she was in a good place with Jim now - there was always that tiny bit of her that wasn't willing to play nice, and that petty, envious version of herself was finally satisfied.
At least, she thought it had been, until she watched herself find Jim in the car, watched herself be a smug ass in the best way possible (I cried for weeks over that guy, so yeah, seeing him climb out of a PT Cruiser in a ladies warehouse uniform felt pretty good.). And it still got better.
By the time Karen reached the scene where Jim practically fled her office, she could barely breathe, she was laughing so hard. She slid off the couch and onto the floor with a loud thump and just lay there, letting out hysterical giggles whenever she could breathe long enough to.
She was going to be just fine.
[OOC: No clip, sadly, but here's the scene Karen just watched. Feel free to have seen it. :D]
If Karen still had any doubts about pulling out a film reel (three days, that's all the bookshelf had given her - the same goddamn one), they vanished as soon as the episode started.
She sat, curled up on the couch with her legs under her and hair pulled up into a messy ponytail. Any kind of bad mood thanks to the weather she'd been slipping into melted away, and it was weird watching herself on screen like that, being proud of herself. She looked good, she looked like she'd pulled through, and she was regional manager. Karen back home was doing pretty goddamn good, and it made watching the other two film reels of the show seem like bad dreams.
She was practically in tears of laughter as it kept going, and she had to wonder what kind of island god was smiling down on her right then to give her Jim stuck in a car with Dwight and Michael, and then in a fake mustache and warehouse uniform. It was the revenge she'd always dreamed of having, even if she was in a good place with Jim now - there was always that tiny bit of her that wasn't willing to play nice, and that petty, envious version of herself was finally satisfied.
At least, she thought it had been, until she watched herself find Jim in the car, watched herself be a smug ass in the best way possible (I cried for weeks over that guy, so yeah, seeing him climb out of a PT Cruiser in a ladies warehouse uniform felt pretty good.). And it still got better.
By the time Karen reached the scene where Jim practically fled her office, she could barely breathe, she was laughing so hard. She slid off the couch and onto the floor with a loud thump and just lay there, letting out hysterical giggles whenever she could breathe long enough to.
She was going to be just fine.
[OOC: No clip, sadly, but here's the scene Karen just watched. Feel free to have seen it. :D]