It’s Labor Day weekend. For many, it’s their last multi-day trip of the season. For me, it’s a good weekend to celebrate a birthday, and on this particular one, it’s a good time to move. This will be the 3rd time my birthday falls on Labor Day, not including the one when I was born.
I remember my first birthday/labor day when I turned 7. Not because it was Labor Day, but because I got a cool Transformer guy that doubled as a squirt gun.
I don’t really remember my 14th birthday, but I do remember that 15 seemed so much older.
Then there was 21. I’d already done the whole drunken stupor thing in my late teens, and had a friend of a friend who could get me alcohol when I wanted it- so I wasn’t too excited about 21. It was like 6 months before I even went to a bar for the first time- and the dude didn’t even card me
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I got my first “good” job a couple weeks after, and suddenly, I was a full fledged union member making my way up the seniority list. Unfortunately, the company I worked for had the bad habit of taking every opportunity it could to screw it’s workers over, so I became pretty well acquainted with our Collective Bargaining Agreement. A few years in I became a shift steward, and managed to earn the respect of enough people that I was elected to Chief Steward(I should have ran for president). If you read this blog in it’s early days, you know that the plant I worked at was shut down about 6 months later due to outsourcing, which spurred a move to eastern New York in August 2006. The company I work for now isn’t union, and it doesn’t need to be. It’s one of the few companies that actually treats it’s workers pretty good. But that doesn’t mean I’m not benefiting from what labor unions have done in the past…
While we’re talking about serious stuff- I can honestly say I’ve always thought I’d see a non-white male presidential nominee in my lifetime, but never thought it’d be this soon. Although it could be argued that it has taken too long, I’m just gonna be PC and say it’s pretty cool what Obama has accomplished.
Here I am approaching 28. That number doesn’t sound old, but it does sound a little foreign. And on this weekend of rest, I get to move boxes and large furniture items for the 3rd August in a row. Which is also funny, cause when I bought my first house in 2003, I never thought I’d move again. I can’t complain though. Other than the move in ‘06 from our house to an apartment, each move has been an upgrade for the most part. I’ve learned from the past to never say never, so I won’t say we won’t be moving again. But I do think we’ll be at this address at least until I finish my associates degree. Then a decision will need to be made- do I go to school for two more, or call it good?
On a lighter note, I have a more urgent decision to ponder. Do I go after Bass, Carp or Trout on my birthday? Oooooohhh, how about all three?


