Yay! Another chapter! Whew, I have been busy but I managed to write a little something. Okay, sorry that the chapter title is so dumb, but it's supposed to be symbolic of a relationship which implies something about another relationship so that a symbol from that relationship can carry on over into another relationship later. I realize this makes no sense, and if you don't find the symbols, believe me it's okay, they're stupid anyway. Enjoy:

Chapter Three

A Dumb Fad and an Alien Ad

Later that day. Kelly is humming to herself at her new desk. A rather grungy looking young man with long hair walks in and takes a look at the camera. We don't know his name, so let's call him Billy Bob. Billy Bob… um… Smith.

Billy Bob: (To the camera.) Hey, um… is this the place selling the receptionist?

He holds up his copy of the local paper. The camera pans over to Kelly, indicating that he should ask her. However, he misinterprets this and walks up to her.

Billy Bob: (Trying to be smooth.) Hey, baby. You the receptionist?

From behind him, Andy, sitting at his desk, gives Billy Bob a weird look.

Andy TH: I could swear I've seen that guy somewhere before. He just looks so familiar, you know? God… how do I know him?? (Slaps forehead in frustration.) Ow! (Rubs head.) Man, second time today!

Kelly: (To Billy Bob.) Um, yah, I am the receptionist. For now anyway.

Billy Bob: How much?

Kelly: (Confused.) How much what?

Billy Bob: Don't be shy.

He slides the copy of the paper across the desk at her. Kelly reads the ad.

Kelly: Oh, are you here to apply for the position of the new receptionist?

Billy Bob: What…? …Oh, …um… apply… okay, sure. …Hey, I could use the cash.

Kelly: Okay, interviews are right over there in the conference room.

Kelly points to the room, Billy Bob nods.

Billy Bob: All right.

He starts to walk towards where she was pointing, then turns around.

Billy Bob: Hey, uh…

Kelly: Kelly.

Billy Bob: Hey Kelly, you don't have a boyfriend or anything, do you?

Kelly: (With a little attitude.) Actually I do. His name is Ry— (Looks at the camera.) …Darryl.

Kelly TH: Darryl. …My boyfriend's name is Darryl.

Billy Bob: "Ry-Darryl?"

Kelly: That's not what I said.

Billy Bob: (Laughs.) Could I take him in a fight?

Kelly: (Looks judgmentally at Billy Bob.) I don't think so. He's nice and strong and works down at the warehouse. Here are some pictures of us together.

Kelly pulls a huge stack of pictures out of her purse.

Kelly: Oh, this one is a good one of us. My hair looked so good because I had just used a little hair gel before blow drying it straight, and then using a black clip, not, like, my other ones, which are brown or purple or something. I mean, those were definitely just a dumb fad started by my friend Robin, and she always started the stupidest fads. Like this one time, she was like, "Let's carry around pictures of our boyfriends in our bags!" …Yeah, that was yesterday. I think she only started that fad because she finally got a boyfriend. She hasn't had one for, like, 12 years. Yeah, that's what you get when you wear these huge clips in your hair and green mascara and stuff. So that's why I have so many pictures of me and Darryl here. I'm definitely not a weirdo who carries around tons of pictures every day. And I'm not creepy like Michael is with Ryan and keeping pictures of my boyfriend on my computer. I mean, this isn't even my computer, it's Pam's, but you obviously don't even know who Pam is, so never mind. Anyway, (Points at picture.) look how big and strong Darryl is! I think that was the night we went bowling! Well at least he wanted to go bowling, but I was all, "No way am I putting on some disgusting bowling shoes!" I've already been down that road, with my ex, Ryan, and he wasn't even a good bowler or anything. He used to be a temp here. He was kinda scrawny, like you, and we didn't really have a lot in common. Not as much as me and Darryl do. Anyway, Ryan was a good dancer, so I decided to stay with him for, like, forever. But then I totally dumped him. He was all, "I just got a better job offer, but I want to stay here to be with you." And I was all, "Ryan, no way am I letting you do that!" And he was like, "Really? But if I left, then we'd have to break up." And I was like, "Yeah. I was going to break up with you anyway, you are such a loser." And I was right, because guess where he is now? In jail! I was thinking about going down there to visit him, just to be nice, but what if it's dirty or gross or whatever? I am so not getting any dirt on my new heels. Do you even know how expensive these are? And I got them on sale! Only for 1 off though, I'm totally not cheap or anything.

The guy stares at her in shock as if he cannot believe someone can utter so many words in one breath.

Billy Bob: …Okay, then! You say interviews are over here?

He starts to turn towards the conference room, then stops himself.

Billy Bob: One last question: if I get the position of secretary—

Kelly: (Correcting him sharply.) Receptionist.

Billy Bob: Right, right, receptionist—will you still be working here?

Kelly: Oh, yeah! This isn't even my real job, I do customer service.

Billy Bob: (Disappointed.) So I'd have to see you. Every day.

Kelly: Uh, well, actually, I don't know. My desk is all the way over there. (Points.) I hardly ever get to talk to the people who work in this area. Which sucks, because Jim and I are really close friends. Right, Jim?

Jim flashes Billy Bob a look that says, 'Get out while you can!'

Kelly: Like, earlier this day, we played a trick on Dwight where I took his mouse.

Dwight: That was you?! I've been using the 'Tab' key all day!

Kelly: God, chill out, Dwight. I put your mouse in the bottom drawer of your desk.

Dwight tries to open his drawer, but it is locked. Dwight shakes the entire desk, trying to get it to open. Kelly giggles. Just at that moment, Michael walks out of his office and notices Billy Bob.

Michael: Well, who do we have here?

Billy Bob: I'm here to uh… apply for a job, I guess.

Michael: Hey, our first interviewee! Hey, look everyone, it's our first interviewee!

Almost everyone in the office turns their heads, surprised that somebody actually showed up. Billy Bob, uncomfortable at the sudden attention, starts to walk toward the conference room.

Michael: (To the camera.) If Angela hires that guy, I'll kill her.

Michael mimes killing Angela.

Oscar TH: I can't believe that someone actually applied for this job. Listen to how Michael's ad goes: "Want receptionist? Good deal for money. Dunder Mifflin, funny boss Michael Scott." …And then there is a giant picture of an alien that I think Michael drew.

Oscar shows the ad to the camera. There is, indeed, a sketch of an alien. To give Michael credit, the alien does seem to be holding up a telephone with its tentacles.

It also is wearing a bikini.