It’s evident I get upset at the use of language in this English sect- my grammar may be incomplete, but I know how to speak in respectable phraseology, more oft than not.

Pardon my language when I ask in all sincerity “What the fuck is Labor day?” And I mean this in a deep, vast and dissection way.

It’s to honor workers/laborers, yes?

But the only people who get the day off of work are Government, HR and higher ups, and the postal service? Oh, and schools- because train them now that the future gives days off, just not to everyone all at once? That’s life.

What else is labor day?

Everyday is Labor Day- and this is simply a 3 day weekend. And I am all for long weekends- but if you are a woman going into labor, it’s Labor Day. If you are anyone who has to do anything at all, that means people who use machines to help them live, it’s still a Labor day. But not everyone gets to “do nothing” or have fun on that day.

Most people don’t think about it beyond being a day off of work, if they are so “lucky”- given the climate of things, I’m sure people are jumping to work if it means time and a half, plus holiday pay- if companies are even that generous anymore.

And Labor day only exists in a way like Valentine’s day with less marketing- because if everyone demanded the day off, the loss would be pretty intense. “Don’t let the slaves knows that it’s a day we take off for golf and frolick!”

It’s gross, and as a woman, it’s a slap in the face in so many ways.

But it should equally feel like a slap in the face to anyone cognizant of what working class is, regardless of location in the world. And honestly, here- it’s mostly about capitalism under the disguise of pride.

If we go back to the original labor of love- the giving of life, it is simultaneously beautiful and messy. It is raw and unveiled- it may or may not come in with pomp and circumstance, or any observation at all in the normal convention.

Many of the most laborious situations come with little observation or congratulations- they are simply seen as “life happening” or what “life is.”

Secrataries, Nurses, Librarians and Teachers have specific days of appreciation- they still go to work, and maybe get a few treats or surprises. That’s sweet.

The origins of the dedicated day come from support for Labor Unions by the Knights of Laborers. Okay- well, do with that what you will. Labor Unions are an interesting and long standing topic- I had no idea that a Knights group had association with getting the day dedicated.

Here we are learning something new everyday.

The crazy thing about Unions is- they knowingly exist in the labor economy of a hierarchal system. People love or hate unions depending on what side of the union they are on- if you or a loved one are associated, you support it. If you don’t support it, it’s probably because you see the scam in the sham.

In the hierarchy of Labor Unions- the union workers want the best paid jobs with the most benefits, which means they have to keep their political views out of the picture (put on a hard hat) and get to work, knowing the work is temporary, but a great check while it lasts.

The contracts within a union allow a bidding process of sorts, “if you want to hire us, this is what we require”- a large project from out of state can build an allegiance by hiring local unions for work, endearing them to the community. (It’s like playing RISK.)

The company uses their pull on the union to help spread the idea of allegiance, and if your family member is bringing in a great check, and things are looking up in dark times, you also put on the hard hat, and the dust mask, and nod your head and get to work….planning the future, or buying a new toy, or paying off a debt.

It feels too good to refuse. Opinions you might once have had about such and such and their environmental impact are like dust in the wind. This is a NEW WORLD! ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE in a new tax bracket.

But, what happens when it all dries up? Because those at the top could care less if you starve as they send pretty faces with smooth voices to chirp benefits in your ears…

Places like this live Boom to Bust- just like a Lady goes through monthly cycles- living eternity in 30 days. Or like a Mother holds and extended amount of energy for a duration of 10 months and new life of reward is given? Or the imbalance of wonder that happens as those last remaining eggs sporadically release until they’ve all found exit in one way or another?

What is sustainable? Labor. Who benefits from it? All of us.

Who benefits most? Those who take it without honor or appreciation- those who expect what it looks like, how it should “properly operate, all the time, ad nauseum”.

I think it is time we start paying more attention to the labors of love. We all have at least one. Labor of Love isn’t flashy- it’s not really braggadocios- it’s personal and special- it is the work that feels like you aren’t working at all.

It’s soft and kind- it’s warm and sweet. It’s a priceless bit that rounds things out. The labor becomes laughter.