These are based on the American version of the TV show 'The Office'. I have yet to see the British version, although I'm sure it's as amazing as everyone says.

I realize no one is going to read this, most likely, as I don't know a single other person who likes the show (other than my dad), but that's fine. I just wanted a place to put it.

And for anyone wondering about the summary, I was referring to the end of the first episode, when Jim put the 'world's best boss' mug in jello. We all know it was because Michael made Pam cry.

The 'Mixed Berries' title it also from that episode.

This chapter is based on/slightly stolen from Jim's 'not a bad day' comment at the end of Diversity Day. It made me melt.

He had been late. And of course, Michael pointed it out, trying to 'set an example'. He lectured. He joked. The office sat in an awkward silence for a few moments until the boss returned to his office. As usual.

Dwight was being annoying. Droning on about punctuality and work ethic. All those qualities that, apparently, Dwight has that he doesn't, "Which is why I'm the assistant regional manager, and you're not."

Jim resists the urge to remind him, "Assistant to the regional manager." It's too early. Instead he shares an amused glance with Pam.

Lunch rolls around, finally, after a long and boring morning of Dwight's ramblings (complete with a few bad jokes from the manager, of course). So he heads into the kitchen, and who should be there?

"Hey," she smiles softly.

"Hey, what's up?" He nods at her, taking a seat, "I haven' seen you much today."

"Oh, hey," Pam chuckles in her quiet, shy way, "Michaels been dragging me into his office. Apparently staff evaluations are coming up. He's trying to dump it on someone else."

"Um, does he not," he can't help but crack up, "does he not know that that's his job?"

"I have no idea," now she's laughing, too, "but-,"

"Hey, baby." Enter Roy. Just great.

"Oh, um, hey," Pam glances at her salad quickly before looking back up to her fiancée. Of three years. With no wedding in sight.

"What's up, Halpert?" The oaf nods in his direction.

"Uh, not much, not much. I was just finishing up, so," he stands up, grabbing his soda, "I'll uh, I'll see you later," he nods to Pam.

Dwight. Of all the people to do evaluations for him, Michael picked Dwight.

Oh, Jim's getting fired for sure.

He sighs, slamming down the phone. Another lost sale. The second in two weeks. He pushes away from his desk, leaning back in his chair, staring around the now empty office. What a day it's been. Came in late, interrupted by the fiancée, guaranteed a bad evaluation, and lost another sale. Over all…

"Jim?"

"Oh, uh, hey Pam," he sits up, "what are you still doing here?"

"I had some, uh, last minute faxes to do," she explains. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, just been a tough week, ya know? Lost another sale…"

"Ah," she nods in understanding, "that's too bad."

"Yeah, well…"

"Don't worry," she slips her jacket on, and then walks over to him, placing her hand on his shoulder, "you'll be fine."

"Yeah?"

"Please. You're, like, the best they've got here. You're a good guy, Jim," she gives him a small wave goodbye and clips out the door.

Over all…not a bad day.