Labor Day was intended to celebrate the achievements of the American labor movement and workers. That’s the real meaning of Labor Day. Of course, now it honors all kinds of workers. But really, it honors having a day off.
Non-Labor Day, you might say.
I vaguely remember my own labor days. Yes, I once belonged to a labor union, briefly: meat packers. Union dues and all.
My father knew the president of Star Markets in Rochester, so the summer before college I wrapped meat in the butcher department of the local Star Market. I didn’t think about it at the time, but maybe that job was the executive’s backhanded commentary on being asked to get a high school grad a summer job.
In any case, I had no problem with it–except when liver came down the line–got good at wrapping meat and even found a cute summer boyfriend among the stock boys.
And then I got grounded for the summer, which put an end to that. So that was my experience of the American Labor Movement.
My long career meant I had thousands of days of one kind of labor or another, but today I celebrate the fact that I do not need to labor at all. No, those days are over for me and to that I say, YIPPEE!
And like the cat on that picnic table, I’m going to spend the day relaxing and rejoicing that labor is no longer a part of my life.
How about you? Been part of the Labor movement? How are you spending the day?