I love 3 day weekends but Labor Day is a sad one because it means that summer is over. For years I would look forward to Labor Day because it meant that school was about to start with the new school year, and I was looking forward to seeing my firends again. Then when I got out of school and into the real world, I had nothing to look forward to after Labor Day except progressively colder weather and higher heating bills. So I’ll take the day off and try to do something symbolic, but the day depresses me more than being a reason to celebrate.
I wonder how the words, “May Day!” became the code words in the military for “I’m in trouble!”?
It always meant totally different things, like the beginning of spring and lots of celebrations and traditions from the Old World.
But when I hear “May Day!” I think of Gregory Peck, Kirk Douglas and John Wayne in those old WWII movies, with airplanes getting shot down and boats getting torpedoed.
Has anyone every played an April Fool’s joke on you?
Someone got me good last year and I work with the guy (who shall remain nameless to protect the guilty), so now I’m on high alert today.
Here’s last year’s joke: he took a big brown shipping box and filled it up with those styrofoam packing peanuts, put a label on it and shipped it to me. Didn’t cost much to ship since it was empty except for those peanuts. When the mail carrier brought it to the office, he had the receptionist set it aside and give it back to him instead of her taking it to my office. He took it into his office and used a knife to cut around the bottom of the box. Then, while I was in a meeting, he took it to my office and set it down on my desk. So when I came back from the meeting I see the box which I think just came in the mail and I pick it up to take a look. Of course, when I picked it up, the bottom was cut and it opened up and dumped all the peanuts onto my desk and they spilled out over EVERYTHING. It was a huge mess and everyone walking by my office saw the thousands of peanuts and had themselves a good laugh. A week later I was still finding orphaned peanuts under the desks and chairs.