Another Friday afternoon and I’m hammering away at work instead of joining the rest of the kiddos here at the office for the weekly happy hour, drinking beer you can see through and chattering about sports and work and stuff. Wait, did that sound fun? My idea of a happy hour includes a cracked open young coconut. Now that’s the “other white meat”.

The title is inspired by my weeks’ travel (also the reason this blog has been slow lately) in Newark to see friends/mentors who are Jimmy Buffett obsessed. How often do you attend a work event when the opening music is Margaritaville? Exactly.