Google Santa Tracker
For a few weeks now, I’ve been hearing faint sounds of Christmas music coming through the ceiling in the IT room here at Small Dog HQ. I mumbled some humbuggeries as I headed up the stairs to see what all this was about. As it turns out our new marketeer, “*Rachel,*”:http://blog.smalldog.com/authors/rachelnarkewicz is a pretty big fan of Christmas and has been playing Christmas music since at least the beginning of December. Through a furrowed brow I made some comments about “kids these days” before returning to my ground level lair to scheme against Christmas and joy in general.
Back at my desk, I opened Safari to begin composing a sternly worded email to management outlining why I felt happiness and joy among employees in the workplace was inappropriate. When Safari opened though, it immediately jumped to “*santatracker.google.com*”:https://santatracker.google.com instead of my usual homepage of “*http://www.starshiptroopers.net*”:http://www.starshiptroopers.net. As I tried to figure out what sorcery had taken place for santatracker.google.com to usurp the coveted designation as __my__ homepage I started to hear cute little noises coming from the page.
Ok, maybe I could take a few minutes and look around before getting on to my email. The animations and sounds were pretty cute after all. As I moved the mouse around, I noticed some of the things on the page were interactive. One of the icons looked like a fan. Clicking on it brought up a little animation of what looked like a blowdryer blowing air at a reindeer on a platform in some kind of elf test lab. Below were controls to click on that changed the speed of the air. A tiny smirk crept onto my face; this was pretty neat. That email still needed to be sent though.
Clicking back I was once again greeted with the cute animations and sounds of this little elf world. There appeared to be many other games, animations and links. There was even a countdown showing when Santa would be making his delivery run. I could only imagine what cute animations that would have!
Before I knew it I had all but forgotten about sending the anti-joy email to management. The Santa Tracker was just too much fun. It was around this time that I felt a sharp pain in my face. Reaching my hand up and expecting to find a gash or inexplicable bruise I found my mouth was contorted into a weird shape that was unfamiliar to me. Opening a new tab in Safari, I entered a description of my symptom into google. The first result was a wikipedia page about “*__smiling__.*”:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smile It said that “Among humans, smiling is an expression denoting pleasure, sociability, happiness, or amusement.” My last visit to the physician had indeed confirmed I was human. Was I experiencing this expression of “happiness” and “amusement”?
Eventually, I had to conclude that I was. Maybe Rachel wasn’t so bad after all, and maybe, __just maybe__, happiness and joy among employees in the workplace __was__ acceptable. Maybe it could even be encouraged. All this change of heart wouldn’t have come about without the simple, cute and fun Santa Tracker at “*santatracker.google.com.*”:https://santatracker.google.com
