Random Thoughts: Shouldn't It Be "Laborer Day"

I remember when summertime meant lazy mornings, late night ice cream, and carefree fun with friends. Then I got old and summer meant everything stayed the same as the rest of the year, except it was really hot outside. Welcome to life as an adult. Ain't it fun?

And welcome to an end-of-summer edition of random thoughts.

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Why is the upcoming holiday called Labor Day? We aren't celebrating work, we're celebrating the worker. It should be Laborer Day.

And why are holidays on Mondays? Wouldn't it be more fun if the holiday were Friday and you didn't have to worry about work the next day while you are grilling? If I were running for President, this would be a featured part if my platform.

I once wrote that February was my least favorite month, but now that I live where it doesn't get cold, I've changed my vote to August. It's hot outside, tv is full of re-runs, there's no holiday, and there's generally nothing going on in the world. A least February has a holiday and the Super Bowl. Plus, it only has 28 days, so it passes quickly.

I walked past a transient woman the other day and she immediately screamed out, "I hate people." I wondered if I had done something wrong until I heard her, in the distance, yelling the same thing about both chicken and ice cream.

When I heard that Donald Trump's's attornery pleaded guilty to conspiring with him to commit campaign finance fraud, my immediate reaction was "will this result in Trump's approval rating going up two points, or three?"

Sometimes you hear about "seamless" transitions, when a transition goes smoothly. If one is going poorly, does that mean it's full of seams? Or seamy? Seamful? Why does no one ever say that?

I'm not sure which is the more backhanded compliment: being told I don't sound like I'm from Alabama or that I don't look like I have MS. Either way, I figure that because other people's sensory perceptions of me don't fit their stereotypes, I might as well add to the list.  I'm now hoping to be told I don't smell like I'm an attorney, that I don't feel like I'm tall, and that I don't see like I'm white.

Every time a turn on the radio, there's a new Drake song on that sounds exactly like the last one.

A few months ago I spent three hours in government meetings discussing sensitive information about a topic in the news. I needed a security clearance to take part in the conversation. That never stops people from telling me that my information (whatever I'm publically allowed to share, at least) must be wrong, based on what they read on the internet.

That's all for now. Enjoy your long weekend. For many if you, it just might be the highlight of August! (Even though it's technically in September.)

I hope your transition to the weekend has no seams.