With a loud yawn, Pam rubbed her tired, burning eyes. It was six-thirty, well past the time she usually stayed at work. She was only there because there was some crisis at corporate, and Michael had been procrastinating all day, which left a huge mess for the sales team to clean up. Only three other people remained; Erin, Andy, and her fiancΓ© Jim. Pam really only stayed because Jim did.
Pam shifted around in her chair. She was bored, tired, and her work clothes were beginning to get uncomfortable. Her polyester blouse was constricting, her nylons itchy, and her bra too tight. "Hey, how much longer do you think we'll be here?" she asked.
Jim took a few seconds to answer as he finished typing something. "I'm not sure. You can head home if you want."
"No, I'll wait for you. I'm going to make some coffee, though. Want some?"
Jim nodded his response, and Pam slipped her shoes back on before standing. She headed into the kitchen and started a large pot of coffee, then wandered into the bathroom. Once inside, she unhooked her bra and slid it out the sleeve of her blouse. Next, she hurriedly ripped off her flesh coloured nylons, heaving a huge sigh of relief as she scratched her inner thighs. "Why do I ever wear these?" she wondered aloud.
After splashing her face with cool water, Pam felt a bit better. She let her hair out of the clip that was holding it up, and combed her fingers through her reddish-brown curls. She spent a few minutes gazing into the mirror, trying out different hairstyles on herself. She wondered how she could make herself look a bit more glamorous and girly, but no matter what she did, she thought she looked plain. In the end, she clipped it back up the way she had it originally.
As she exited the bathroom, she ran directly into Jim. "Oh, hey, sorry," she said with a smile.
"I was just coming to make sure you didn't fall in," Jim answered.
Pam bit her lower lip, "nope, sure didn't, just making myself a bit more comfortable."