It’s Labor Day Weekend.
According to the US Department of Labor –
The first Labor Day holiday was celebrated on Tuesday, September 5, 1882, in New York City, in accordance with the plans of the Central Labor Union. The Central Labor Union held its second Labor Day holiday just a year later, on September 5, 1883.
In 1884 the first Monday in September was selected as the holiday, as originally proposed, and the Central Labor Union urged similar organizations in other cities to follow the example of New York and celebrate a “workingmen’s holiday” on that date. The idea spread with the growth of labor organizations, and in 1885 Labor Day was celebrated in many industrial centers of the country.
So I’m thinking a lot about labor – about work.
I’m 51. I’ve had a lot of jobs. My first official job was doing laundry for a nearby summer camp. After that my jobs have included being a: drug store soda jerk; waitress; tobacco hanger; doughnut maker/seller; health food store manager; TV weather girl/reporter; bank secretary turned management trainee turned trainer turned trust officer/estate planner; and now a paper artist.
My present job is my all time favorite.
My job as a paper artist doesn’t pay much financially, since at least 90% of my profit goes to various charities. This isn’t because I’m some rich chick. It’s because I have everything I need. So it’s time to give back. My job pays me MUCH in other ways.
I LOVE MY JOB.
I get to create. I get to set my own schedule. I get to take time off to be with the people I love without asking for permission. I get to listen to JJ Cale all day long, if I want. I get to connect with people I respect and celebrate. I get to go to work in my yoga pants and a tank top. I get to work ONLY with the people I choose. I understand my boss as well as I understand anyone else. And I can’t remember the last time I wore pantyhose!
What’s been your favorite job? Why? Did it feel like work?