What's your vacation breaking-news style?

The idea of a vacation is a sure-shot way to get someone to smile. Maybe even clap.

The people at work are no exceptions...

While some do their individual versions of Cheshire-cat grins when they leaf through the travel glossies, there are quite a few variants too...

So you have the ones who will do the Heyy-I-have-a-spring-under-my-rear jump rendition the minute they book their tickets online or when their travel agent hands them the ticket to their preferred destination.

You also have the ones who will air-guitar in triumph when the Bog B (the Boss) gives them the highly-awaited go-ahead green signal for that long leave...

Then you have the ones who will do the Brett-Lee fist-paroxysm-of-joy, made famous by that absolutely dishy, impish Australian bowler.

Some have been known to take out the ancient war-cry of a long forgotten African tribe which heralds its victory over another.

There are yet others who sigh in relief, and look around with that tired I-richly-deserved-a-break look (These ones annoy the shit out of me, and serve the same purpose as a laxative, proving themselves as strong competitors to the Isabgols and Phosposodas of the world).

Next are those who will make full use of the company phone, and holler into the unsuspecting ears of every friend they can manage to get on the phone, about how the blue-green waters of the resort pool they were going to visit, reminded them so much of the favourite pair of contact lenses the friend favored. Under such circumstances, can you blame it if the phone network jams all of a sudden, and after the phone getting disconnected, it is impossible to get through to the same number again?

You also have those who take a printout of a countdown calendar, and place it strategically near themselves. Making it a point to fish out their red felt-tipped sketch pens and neatly cross out that day’s date. And all this is done only you pass by their desk. After crossing out the date, they will then deign to confer their total attention on you. By then, your face is one shade short of freshly-picked spinach. And to make matters worse, you’ve forgotten why you had walked up to him in the first place. Leaving you green, hot, and very very flustered.

Next in line are those who are about to embark on their dream vacays. However, you wouldn’t know that. ‘Cos they will tell you all about Greek baklava and babes only when they return from Greece. And all this while you were commiserating that probably he was recuperating from a bout of some serious ailment. While the son of a gun was busy frolicking on the sun-kissed beaches...

Lastly, you have me, who goes into vacay mode the minute she:

o Opens her ‘Out of Office’ window
o Types in those ecstasy-inducing-in-her words about her upcoming absence at work
o Flutters her eyelashes at the monitor, air-kissing it in relief, and
o Sails out, a free bird….For her much-awaited trip.

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