Pam, Michael, JimSpoilers/Warnings
Early season 5 The Office
and general political knowledgeSummary Jim has fallen into lust with the Alaskan governor, and Michael preaches to anyone who will listen how Obama’s Hope and Change will make this country a better place.Disclaimer
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Pam has never been a political person.
Politics in her family was like sex; barely even acknowledged let alone spoken about.
She manages to avoid the political ho-ha until Sarah Palin comes along, and then, well, it just becomes impossible.
Jim has fallen into lust with the Alaskan governor, and Michael preaches to anyone who will listen how Obama’s Hope and Change will make this country a better place.
The rest of the office (save Dwight who waffles between how “patriotic” Sarah Palin looks in a star spangled bikini and supporting Michael like he always does) has decided to stay quiet on the whole issue, but it’s quite clear where allegiances lie.
The arguments between Jim and Michael escalate. Slowly at first; a passing jibe at the other, each equally inane because Jim doesn’t really care to find out what it all means and because Michael just doesn’t get it. Until one day, over lunch, Jim claims that people who would vote for Obama aren’t real Americans.
Silence permeates the break room just long enough for even Creed to shift uncomfortably before Pam quietly breaks the silence by asking Andy about the wedding. Andy bumbles enthusiastically along, and the awkwardness slips into a comfortable unease about Andy’s blissful ignorance about the affair taking place right under his nose.
Later at home, Jim asks her why she didn’t speak up in his defense.
“Because I don’t think I’m going to vote for McCain. I think I’m going to vote for Obama.”
Jim laughs. She lets it go. After this long she knows she won’t change his mind and really it’s not worth fighting over.
The next day on their way to work, Jim asks her again about it, and she tells him that she’s going to vote for Obama.
He’s oddly quiet all day at work. Until Michael happens to mention an Obama speech (horribly misquoted, she’s sure) in passing, and Jim snaps.
It’s loud and hateful and she’s pretty sure her name gets mentioned in the middle along with Michael’s and the rest of all those “un-American terrorists.” Jim storms out, and the office settles into a quiet that only breaks when everyone save her and Michael have gone home.
Michael wanders out of his office around six thirty and blinks at her, like he can’t remember why she’s still there. “Pam, Pam, Pam.”
She sighs. She should go home, but Jim took the car, and she would have to call him to come pick her up, and she’s not so sure she wants to talk to him right now.
“Ready to go home?”
Of all the things Michael could have asked her, that was probably the one thing she hadn’t prepared for. She falters. “I guess.”
“Then let’s go, Gilligan! I can still get you home in time for supper.”
He sounds oddly enthused at dropping her off at home and at least that saves her the trouble of calling Jim for a ride. (Although, she’s kind of concerned that the Gilligan’s Island reference is tempting fate.)
The car ride over includes Michael singing along to the radio, and Pam just smiling at the simple joy Michael seems to find in this small activity. They are almost to her house before Michael speaks, “It’ll be okay.”
“The whole Jim thing. I’m sure he didn’t mean it.”
“No Michael, I think –”
“Pam, he just hasn’t seen what you and I see in Obama. That he’s really kind of great and funny and seems to know a lot about what’s going on over in Iraqistan – ”
“It’s just Iraq.”
“– Whatever. My point is; Jim’ll come around, and if he doesn’t, there are bigger things to worry about than who looks hotter in a bathing suit as president. Oh look, we’re here!”
Michael pulls into her driveway and turns off the car.
Pam sits there for a second before she realizes that Michael is right, and what he’s right about doesn’t involve paper at all.
“No problem. I love driving my car around town.”
She almost corrects him, but the she realizes that Michael never really knows when he’s done something right, and if she points it out, he’d probably ruin it.
“Well, thanks anyway. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye my little Hope-o-naut. I will see you tomorrow bright and early.”
Pam smiles and waves him off.
Pam swears off politics talk that night with Jim and somehow manages to live the rest of the time leading up to the election in relative peace (although sometimes she thinks the office might break out into civil war).
It’s only the day after the election when Michael sends her two ecards, one celebrating Change and the other one deriding it (in opposite order of course), that Pam relishes politics for just a moment.
Because she’s not really political.
It’s just not worth the hassle.
Not at all.