Happy “Do It Half-Assed Because a Three-Day Weekend Wasn’t Enough” Day!
I’m not about to say we American workers are as entitled as, say, our French counterparts, but organized labor in this country has fought tooth and nail over the last couple centuries to ensure all sorts of benefits and guarantees we take for granted: the 40-hour work week, paid sick leave, and the occasional three-day holiday weekend. AND WE DEMAND MORE.
In light of the neoconservative movement’s corporatist, idiotic move against the typical wage-earner (and indeed even President Eisenhower once noted that “[s]hould any political party attempt to abolish social security, unemployment insurance, and eliminate labor laws and farm programs, you would not hear of that party again in our political history.”), and of the Democrats’ decision to hold their convention in non-unionized Charlotte, North Carolina, this seems as good a time as any to say: fuck this, I deserve better.
Case in point: why are you already back at work? You only had three days and four nights in which to gorge yourself upon BBQ comfort food and swim in your rich friend’s pool and say goodbye to another summer, a season of which you will see too little in your short life. If the office absolutely needs to be up and running this week, then fine, make sure your cubicle is filled—just promise me you won’t try very hard.