What is one to do when the boss is on vacation in Hawaii? Possible ideas:
Nothing. Because you’re super lame.
Show up to work 2 minutes late and leave 2 minutes early, out of spite. WHOA! LIVIN’ ON THE EDGE!
Go to Hawaii, too.
These were all thoughts that crossed my mind last week while our General Manager and 2 members of our sales team sipped tropical drinks, climbed sleeping volcanoes, napped on powder-soft beaches, and flew in helicopters over the serene blues of the Hawaiian waters. I work hard. I deserve a trip to the islands. Right? RIGHT?!
But alas, I was not in Hawaii. And my options weren’t looking good. I would not get lazy with my work, because that is unethical (and frankly, not how I roll). I could not afford a trip to Hawaii, and I would most likely be fired if my boss unzipped his suitcase to find me folded up inside. And I wasn’t going to do nothing, because I am certainly NOT a lame-o.
So…what to do?
Why, bring Hawaii to Atalasoft! (Duh.)
Thursday evening on a whim, I decided to go pick up some leis:
Look how happy Spike and Dave are with their bright pink leis!
Some tropical tchotchkes:
Well, at least the ceiling spinners aren’t blurry.
Some plastic Margarita cups for Piña Coladas at Beer:30:
Who would turn down a chance to break out Mr. Tipsy the Margarita Machine?
And then on Friday, I ordered some Hawaiian pizza, threw together a tropical fruit salad, and slapped on some Beach Boys for a lunchtime getaway:
Hawaiian pizza is obviously a native cuisine.
So maybe it wasn’t a siesta on a perfect 75-degrees-and-sunny afternoon, or a swim session with dolphins and stingrays, or a feast of grilled spam and pineapples, or a beautiful Hawaiian lady dancing around in a grass skirt. It was just me showing my coworkers that I love them.
And if an act of genuine love doesn’t take you away to a magical place, I don’t know what will.