It’s Labor Day here in the US, and a day set aside to honor the men and women who tirelessly sit at a desk all day and create stacks of paper that mean virtually nothing. Having been in such a job myself in earlier times, I can safely say that this day has virtually nothing to do with reality or sense. Much like this blog.
I believe it also honors the union workers, who historically labored under dire working conditions without any job security or dignity, and it is due to these unions that we now have the five day work week, minimum wages, and a song that urges us to look for the union label.
Here’s my labor takes:
- I’m not in labor.
- I’m not laboring, as I am still without employment.
- I’m not doing any labor because it’s hot and humid outside and I’m fairly caught up inside.
- I don’t own a labor-atory.
- I don’t know anyone having a Labor Day cookout, so it looks like dinner is up to me.
Share your mundane Labor Day so I don’t feel quite so laboriously underwhelmed.