Later, Michael pouts in his office. He fondles his keys, then he lets his head drop to his desk. Pam types, her precious yogurt-lid medals shining on her desk. Jim hands his expense report to Oscar. He THs that doing that, and closing two sales at lunchtime, was his entire productivity for the day, and it was just about as productive a day as he ever has.
Pam finds herself accidentally looking on as Ryan drops his medals into the trash. He sees her see him. He looks guilty, but he says nothing, and she says nothing. In a TH, Ryan explains that it was nice of Pam to do it and everything, but it was either throw them around now or throw them away later. What's he going to do with a medal made from a yogurt lid? What indeed, Ryan. What indeed. Jim's medals, of course, dangle from his desk lamp. Something seems to give him a second wind, because he makes his way over to reception. "I have 59 voicemails," Pam tells him. "Hmm. Hey, can you...ignore those and do something for me instead?" he asks. "Sure," she says easily, putting down the phone. Heh. He tells her that at 5:00, they're having closing ceremonies. "Really?" she says hopefully. "Notify the athletes," he says.
Later, at what we presume is 5:00, Jim visits Michael to congratulate him on the condo, but also...to ask him to come out of his office for a bit. Jim has something for him. When they get out into the office, Jim tells him "these are the closing ceremonies." And indeed, there are three platforms -- bronze, silver, and gold, made from boxes of various heights. Michael is escorted to the highest one as everyone else looks on. "Congratulations to Michael," Jim says, "because he closed on his condo, so...gold medal." He puts the paper-clip medal around Michael's neck. Everyone applauds, even Toby. Michael looks like he might cry. "I don't really know what to say," he says. "I'm not one for making speeches, but...my heart is very full at this moment." Everyone applauds. Jim puts Dwight on the silver platform, giving him the medal for helping Michael with the condo. Dwight, too, is pleased, even after Michael points out that a silver medal is not as good as a gold.