Josh wanders up to Donna's desk and tells her that he thinks Sparky's going to call her. Donna says he already did. Probably afraid Josh and Potsie and Ralph Malph would give him a noogie or something if he didn't. Donna says they're going out for a drink, and that she would really like to go home and shower and change first. (I don't know what for, she looks perfectly cute right now.) What Donna means: Josh, don't you dare come up with some half-assed mission for me that has to be done right now. She's got her scarf on already and is packing up her things; she tells Josh that all the stuff he wants is on his desk, and if there's anything else, she's happy to come in early tomorrow. She gives him a slightly pleading look and says, "Do you think I could go?" Josh asks what time it is. It's 7:45 PM. Geez, Josh, do you really have to think about it? Does it really depend on the time? As if she might not have put in a full day. Frankly, this woman works so hard for you and keeps such ridiculous hours that if it were 9:30 in the morning you should damn well let her go. Josh is all big about it: "Sure." Donna thanks him: "I really like him." Why? Why do you really like him? Give me something to go on, here. The only thing I can come up with is that he's not an immature boob like some people I could name. Josh tells Donna to have a good time. He's stuffing his face with something from Donna's desk. He wanders off and then says, "Those are good stories about you, though. Those stories would make me like you." Donna's busily putting on her coat and rifling through messages and absently says, "You like everybody." That would explain Amy and Mandy...sort of. Josh mentions that tomorrow's Thanksgiving, and reminds her she won't be coming in at all tomorrow. She asks if there's anything he needs. Josh: "No, I'm just saying, you won't be coming in at all." She's not interested in belabouring the point; she's outta there. She has something to look forward to besides banging her head against brick walls. Unless Sparky turns out to be gay. She calls out "Happy Thanksgiving!" as she leaves. Josh says, "You too," as he meanders along, eating.
Suddenly Josh hears Janice's voice saying, "I'm not obsessed, you know." Josh: "I'm sorry?" Janice: "I'm not obsessed. I'm just a fan and I care." Josh asks her name again. She tells him. He comes into her cubicle and sits down next to her desk. He says, "I'm a fan. I'm a sports fan, I'm a music fan and I'm a Star Trek fan. All of them. But here's what I don't do -- tell me if any of this sounds familiar: 'Let's list our ten favourite episodes. Let's list our least favourite episodes. Let's list our favourite galaxies. Let's make a chart to see how often our favourite galaxies appear in our favourite episodes. What Romulan would you most like to see coupled with a Cardassian and why? Let's spend a weekend talking about Romulans falling in love with Cardassians and then let's do it again.'" Janice listens to all this with a slightly hurt look on her face. Josh lays down the law: "That's not being a fan. That's having a fetish. And I don't have a problem with that, except you can't bring your hobbies in to work, okay?" ["Ha. Our traffic logs tell us that y'all bring your hobbies in to work a lot. Almost exclusively, in fact." -- Wing Chun] Janice: "Got it." Why isn't it enough to just tell Janice that it has to be all business, all the time around the workplace? Why does Josh have to browbeat her? Josh gets up and says, "Except on Star Trek holidays." Janice calls after him, "There's no such thing as a Star Trek holiday." Josh: "Well, work hard around here. We'll make one." Janice smiles for the first time.