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Wake Me When September Ends

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This week I feel not so much unemployed as underemployed. Yes, I’m going into an office a few days a week and doing some things that will make me some money, and it’s all very la la la/easy breezy beautiful, but it’s not a challenge so to speak. And while I, as always, have no complaints about having work, it’s a weird adjustment to go from super busy and productive to feeling kind of—well—bored.

Which is to say, skills that I believe to be fairly evident and even bursting at the human seams to be taken advantage of are falling ill from lack of use and perhaps even on the way to becoming vestigal organs that may eventually fall off completely.

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On Forgiving and Forgetting (or Remembering, But Not Being Hell-Bent on Revenge)

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Even though I’m sure you’ve heard that the jobless rate is now 9.7 and that 216,000 jobs were lost in August (recession over, now?), I’m not going to talk about that. (Interesting statistic: An expanded unemployment rate that includes people who have given up looking for jobs out of frustration and are working part time but still want full-time jobs rose to 16.8 percent, from 16.3 percent.)

But like I said, I’m not going to talk about that. It’s the Friday before Labor Day and even though I can hear my neighbor groggily and loudly talking into her phone (she must have her big fat adenoid-troubled head propped against our adjoining wall, I swear), I refuse to be brought down by that, or news of further unemployments, for now.

Because remember what’s so great about holidays? They are for everyone! Just because you don’t currently labor doesn’t mean you don’t get to enjoy Labor Day. You deserve it just as much as the next slob! (Also, if you insist on traveling, gas in New York City is now a mere $2.91 to last year’s $3.87 per gallon. There prove no shortage of drink specials to match; just do me a favor and don’t drink the gas itself this time, ‘kay?)

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