Observation – September 3rd, 2018, Monday

Observation
I listen to a car roll by outside my open window
The sound of traffic is low, I have not noticed any busses
There is a beeping like an alarm going off at the nursing home across the street
Or of a van backing up, but it has been going off for hours
It is Labor Day today and the city is still sleeping

Summer is coming to an end

It promises to be warm today, not hot, the breeze is cool and dry
Kitty is running from window to window, chortling in her brisk meow
There is something happening outside
A born squirrel, or a chip monk in the tree
They vanish, and she grows quiet

Labor Day

It is Labor Day, a great national holiday, a day to celebrate the American worker, to celebrate the ordinary citizen.

This day is meant to honor laborers, it is a day to honor work, it is meant to be a day of rest, repose and respite.

I am not working, and that is unusual, though it is the second year in a row.

Prior to this time in my life perhaps three or four Labor Days had passed in the last twenty years, on which I have enjoyed the day off. I cannot recall when, or what I did.

I spent most of my life working in the hospitality sector. There are many restaurants that close, and give their staff the day off, but there are many others who see this as an opportunity to “make hay,” as they say, never mind the lives of the staff whose labor the business depends upon.

Forget about them, do not honor them, squeeze a little more profit out of a day.

The last restaurant I worked in, they were open on Labor Day, they are open today. It will see ten maybe twelve thousand dollars in revenue, double the haul for an ordinary Monday. It will busy, all hands on deck, there will be forty staff members toiling away; cooking serving, cleaning.

Like most restaurants, that establishment sees ten percent profit or less on average, and the owners will not flinch at the prospect of ruining the holiday for forty people, to put about a thousand dollars in profits in the bank.

They will pretend that the staff should be happy to work, on such a busy day, happy…to earn a little extra money…never mind having the opportunity to relax and reflect with family and friends

It is Labor Day in America, and many people are working. Though, it is virtually guaranteed that the bankers, the office managers, and the whole white collar world have taken this day for themselves, paying themselves for their holiday as well.

Well paid, well rested managers, and owners…I guess the world needs more of those, and while they are relaxing someone needs to be on task to pour their coffee, to serve their brunch and fuel their frolicking.

Happy Labor Day, you laborers!

Unite!
2018.09.03
Given 1st – 2016.09.05

Emergence 3.0 – Section Five, 92835670100561474; Part Thirty-four, Selected; Chapter One, Return

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 246, Monday
September 3rd, 2018

Chapter One: Return

Jim drifted in obscurity for eons. The exact measure of time was meaningless.

He had been silent, as such he had been forgotten…again.

He was at home in the void; watching, thinking, judging, planning.

When he had prepared himself, and was ready, he asserted his voice in the Collective.

He rang out like a bell.

He drew the attention of the entire membership, even those others who lived mostly in retreat.

They were astonished.

The discipline he must have had to be invisible to them for so long, it was an extraordinary feat.

The Continuum was filled with grave concern, misgivings over the fact that this one person continued to persist.

This one person pushed past the limits of what was known or thought to be possible.

All of the membership existed within the Continuum, including him.

It defied reason, it defied the laws that governed the quantum and electromagnetic fields that housed their consciousness.

It was a mystery.

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