Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Monday 2 September 2013
Labor Day
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.
In England, is labour day celebrated on May 1st instead?
ReplyDeleteLe dernier jour officiel de "vacances" pour moi. Passé à travailler, bien sûr. À l'université, le travail n'arrête jamais.
ReplyDeleteAlas I, like the majority of the working poor people in America, am working on labor day.
ReplyDeleteIt seems only the suited, tied, and be-cubicle-ed middle-class get labor day off.
I remember childhood Labour Days as a bittersweet time, since school started the next day. Now, since most businesses are closed, it has become a day to labour around the house, doing projects that weren't completed during the summer.
ReplyDelete@Debra-Yes it is, but it does not feel the same at all.
ReplyDelete@PJ-Ici ils commencet l'université début octobre ou fin septembre. Beaucoup trop tard à mon avis.
@Mantan-Well, here I work on the first Monday of September.
@Halloween Spirit-Early September was always bittersweet when I was a child. I look forward to the month now that I don't start school.