Labour Day

I think I understand what this whole Labour day thing is about here in America. It's because it's one of the incredibly few days off that people get in this country, especially the workers of New York city.

We're so used to bank holidays and holy days here there and everywhere in Ireland. The Danes have holidays all over the place. They even had to combine about ten individual prayer days into one, and call it Big Prayer Day. It is not uncommon for shops and restaurants even in Copenhagen, to close for two full months of the year, while the proprieters go to their summer houses.

Here, there are no such benefits, even though they exist on paper. Here, they work like huskies until they drop dead. And what employers don't squeeze out of you, the city will eagerly drain. In New York city, Labour day is good news indeed.

It's also bad news. It means the end of the summer, to the American consciousness. After Labour day, fall begins. The weather begins to turn. People begin to anticipate the winter.

But Labour day is a day off, and in NYC, that is quite an extraordinary thing. Tonight, New York is partying hard, or trying to stop its nervous twitch, as it sits at home in front of Netflix, trying very hard to not do anything.