Labor Day is for laboring. Or maybe it’s for going into labor. Since I could only physically do the former, I left the latter for others who are in a more… pregnant state of affairs.
I take everything literally. It wasn’t until after the fact that I was informed by others in the LockerGnome crew that Labor Day is specifically designed to celebrate the advances in worker rights in the United States over the past hundred or so years thanks to the efforts of brave men and women who had to fight for such rights. It was once not uncommon for children to help support their families at subsistence level by toiling away alongside Dad in the coal mine, or alongside Mom at the factory loom, from dusk to dawn, seven days a week. Hoping for a better life was an impossible dream, because who had time to get an education under such conditions? Only the idle rich and the super lucky. Saving what little money came in was made all the more difficult for those who fell into the trap of living on credit from the very people who paid their wages.
You load sixteen tons; what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
Saint Peter, don’t you call me, ’cause I can’t go…
I owe my soul to the company store. — Sixteen Tons, Merle Travis, 1947
Those among us who are still living on credit might take away a valuable lesson, here! Anyway, happy belated Labor Day! (People in other English-speaking countries still have to spell it “labour,” but Americans worked hard to do away with superfluous vowels, by gum!) I promise to take next year off and lounge around without doing anything constructive, whatsoever.
In other news, it seems that The Borg have been alerted to my presence. Should I be worried? Nah. In this case, it’s a good thing: Jeri Ryan, aka Seven of Nine from Star Trek: Voyager, has started following me on Twitter!
I. Have. Been. Assimilated. And the week’s still young!