It is Labor Day, a national holiday; I am working.
This is not unusual.
I believe that one or two Labor Days have passed in the past ten years, on which I have had the day off. I cannot exactly recall when, or what I did.
This is a day to honor laborers, a day to honor work, a day of rest, repose, respite.
I work in the hospitality industry. There are many restaurants that close, and a few who see this as an opportunity to make hay, as they say, never mind the lives of the staff whose labor the business depends upon.
It is Labor Day in America, and many people are working. Though, it is virtually guaranteed that the bankers, the office managers, and the whole white collar world have taken this day for themselves, and paid themselves for it as well.
Well paid, well rested managers…I guess the world needs more of those, and someone needs to be on task to pour their coffee, to serve their brunch, and fuel their frolicking.
I am a manager also, and the bakery I work for is closed for the day (we are always closed on Monday). Nevertheless, there is work to be done, work that cannot wait. Work that piles up through long days of the week.
For me, I guess, this year it is a choice…for so many others in the world that I work in, it is compulsory.
Happy Labor Day, you laborers!
Given 1st – 2016.09.05