My boyfriend's company is run entirely on Macs. They have a whole set of computers that are basically autodialers (they do traffic reports on telephone switches, so don't go thinking that's something spammy) and they're all the old, colorful iMacs-- and they have them arranged in rainbow order. It's the first thing you see when you walk into their beautiful office-- eight or nine iMacs ranging across the spectrum. It's just gorgeous.
It doesn't even *have* to be, it just *is*.
People just don't understand how much it raises your spirits to enjoy the computer even when it's off. I can carry my computer in one hand. The whole thing. I carry the mouse and keyboard in the other. Only one cord has to plug into the wall, because I got a wireless ethernet card. (Internal antenna's built into the computer.)
It's pretty, it's functional, it's pleasant, it's nice to use, it's shiny. It's stable, it's intuitive, and everything Just Works.
Of course, I have a Mac software engineer close to hand, which is essential in the enjoyment of any computer. I have had one or two small problems that might have annoyed me if he weren't there to take care of it. (I couldn't get a program installed, I think. It was a pirate program anyway.)
It takes a mindset-- you can't haxor your own boxen unless you're a BSD expert, and you can't really build yourself a Mac from scratch. So if you're a leet haxor you're better off with a PC. But if you're willing to relinquish control and not worry about the desktop color scheme (which you can only adjust between two themes-- one with color, and one all in grayscale) and the like...
It's just a personal computing experience where the only thing you notice about the computer is how nice it is. You shouldn't have to think about the computer-- just your task.
I sound like a salesman, but I'm not-- I'm just happy I've found an operating system that makes me happy and productive. I don't think so many people are as happy with theirs. You have to get what you really want or it quietly oppresses your soul and you never realize. When we lived in Jersey City, my boyfriend didn't like it there, but never acknowledged that. He claimed his boss was annoying, his job was a pain, his food was tasteless, the weather was awful, etc. We moved across the river to a nicer apartment in a nicer neighborhood, and suddenly his job is awesome and the same food tastes good. See? Subtle soul oppression. Don't do it-- make yourself happy and your life improves.
Capitalism at its finest-- as a religion.
It would be nice of your job to give you one! You should drop lots of hints.
And set a picture of one as your wallpaper.