Monday 2 September 2013
It struck me today: it is Labor Day in America. Which does not exist here. We had a bank holiday last week, but at the end of August it is not quite the same. I am not even sure I experienced Labor Day as a working man. As a child, yes, the very first holiday we had in the school year, often right after the first day of school had started. This is how I remembered it the most, a day that allowed us to relax a bit before the real start of the year and forget about all our fears. But I think it is truly a holiday to appreciate as a working man (or woman). And I don't think that, back in Québec, I had a job early enough in September to live Labor Day as a working man. I love the idea of a day celebrating the essential contribution of working people in the wealth of a nation. And it just makes sense to have it in September, the start of the working year in many ways. But hey, this Monday was for just a Monday just like every Monday. I hope you enjoyed your Labor Day.