Is that a ten pound hammer? Aren't we stretching credibility here a bit?
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Just go with it.
I should heed my own advice. Thanks.
Well, it *is* the Stephen King website, after all.
Never stop suspending disbelief.
Exactly what I thought. In a world that has "moved on" such would be possible.
Better than one of those "stop"..."slow" signs, Jake looking bored to distraction, maybe a stool there by the side of the road. Thought for sure we were going to be having holdups today, waiting in line, watching the oncoming traffic, all those smug smiles...but no...traffic is moving along just as D.O.T. desires.
Stupid question here... Why is Jake in a construction mode?
Labour Day/Weekend.
I think it's brilliant that the US has a Labor Day weekend. Way to spin it out.
(I'm just jealous. Apparently, the UK has the fewest public holidays in the developed world, and England has one or two fewer than the rest of the UK - for example, their 'Saints' days are given as public holidays. Do we get St George's Day off? We do not.)
(I'm just jealous. Apparently, the UK has the fewest public holidays in the developed world, and England has one or two fewer than the rest of the UK - for example, their 'Saints' days are given as public holidays. Do we get St George's Day off? We do not.)
...thought he was doggin' Bob the Builder....
I thought as well as traditional holidays you also had Bank Day every month.
Not to hijack the thread, but while we're on the subject of Labor Day:
Many moons ago a new boss asked me to come in to the office and work on Labor Day. He had a huge project that was going before the Board for approval the day after Labor Day, and needed me to work on the project documents. He told me he felt like a *total* heel asking me to come in to work that morning, since it was a holiday - and he knew I'd be alone in the office. That's not exactly what most people want to do, especially if you're a twentysomething like I was at the time. He also felt doubly bad because he had to attend something with his wife in the morning and couldn't make it to the office until the afternoon.
I knew I'd get some serious overtime for it, so I wasn't all that put out.
Double kudos to him: around 10:00 that morning, one of the guards downstairs called me and said there was a delivery for me. I sure wasn't expecting a dozen long-stem pink roses from my boss, a special thank you for coming in and working. He didn't have to do that, and he seemed pretty pleased that *I* was pleased with the flowers when he showed up in the afternoon. We knocked out all the loan documents and even got them all bound and ready for Board approval by 3:00 that afternoon. (Even his wife called me later to thank me, and to make sure I'd received the flowers. It had been his idea but apparently he was famous for forgetting to make arrangements for such things.)
I loved this boss - we were a great team and seemed to work magic on his projects, which were always the problematic ones - and I was sad to say goodbye to him when I moved to California.
Good Labor Day memory.
Many moons ago a new boss asked me to come in to the office and work on Labor Day. He had a huge project that was going before the Board for approval the day after Labor Day, and needed me to work on the project documents. He told me he felt like a *total* heel asking me to come in to work that morning, since it was a holiday - and he knew I'd be alone in the office. That's not exactly what most people want to do, especially if you're a twentysomething like I was at the time. He also felt doubly bad because he had to attend something with his wife in the morning and couldn't make it to the office until the afternoon.
I knew I'd get some serious overtime for it, so I wasn't all that put out.
Double kudos to him: around 10:00 that morning, one of the guards downstairs called me and said there was a delivery for me. I sure wasn't expecting a dozen long-stem pink roses from my boss, a special thank you for coming in and working. He didn't have to do that, and he seemed pretty pleased that *I* was pleased with the flowers when he showed up in the afternoon. We knocked out all the loan documents and even got them all bound and ready for Board approval by 3:00 that afternoon. (Even his wife called me later to thank me, and to make sure I'd received the flowers. It had been his idea but apparently he was famous for forgetting to make arrangements for such things.)
I loved this boss - we were a great team and seemed to work magic on his projects, which were always the problematic ones - and I was sad to say goodbye to him when I moved to California.
Good Labor Day memory.
16-pound sledge. The job calls for it. Jake is up for it.
...alas, there are far to few of this ilk anymore....Not to hijack the thread, but while we're on the subject of Labor Day:
Many moons ago a new boss asked me to come in to the office and work on Labor Day. He had a huge project that was going before the Board for approval the day after Labor Day, and needed me to work on the project documents. He told me he felt like a *total* heel asking me to come in to work that morning, since it was a holiday - and he knew I'd be alone in the office. That's not exactly what most people want to do, especially if you're a twentysomething like I was at the time. He also felt doubly bad because he had to attend something with his wife in the morning and couldn't make it to the office until the afternoon.
I knew I'd get some serious overtime for it, so I wasn't all that put out.
Double kudos to him: around 10:00 that morning, one of the guards downstairs called me and said there was a delivery for me. I sure wasn't expecting a dozen long-stem pink roses from my boss, a special thank you for coming in and working. He didn't have to do that, and he seemed pretty pleased that *I* was pleased with the flowers when he showed up in the afternoon. We knocked out all the loan documents and even got them all bound and ready for Board approval by 3:00 that afternoon. (Even his wife called me later to thank me, and to make sure I'd received the flowers. It had been his idea but apparently he was famous for forgetting to make arrangements for such things.)
I loved this boss - we were a great team and seemed to work magic on his projects, which were always the problematic ones - and I was sad to say goodbye to him when I moved to California.
Good Labor Day memory.
Sad, but very true.
Remember when the new school year used to start after Labor Day? Labor Day weekend always marked the end of summer and the start of getting down to academic business. 
Now summer break ends sometime in mid-August for a lot of kids.
Also, my mom taught me to never wear white after Labor Day-- it was a big fashion boo-boo!
Now summer break ends sometime in mid-August for a lot of kids. Also, my mom taught me to never wear white after Labor Day-- it was a big fashion boo-boo!
I think there are far more than anyone is willing to credit...having lived that life for the past twenty-five years...I know that employers are tasked with the job of Santa Claus, trying to please everyone, their employees most all, their customers...and more often than not, likened to the other fella in red. I don't know their number, but I hazard the hundreds of thousands, if not millions, employers who jump through hoops placed there by government large and small, elected and unelected, employers who do far more, more often than they receive credit for, contrary to the fashionable ideology that the American businessman (I'm a man, so I say "man") is out for himself. But yeah, I get what you're saying.
...no question Walt, but maybe I've romanticized the days of "yore" if you will, but I can remember the majority of bosses caring for their employees-before the economy went to sh*t...
I have to tell you my story of a great boss.
I used to work at a fabric store/quilt shop before I moved a few months ago. It's a small, independently owned place. Everybody works part time and we could pretty much ask for whatever days off we needed. So there was no official vacation time off. Once a year he would just give everyone a check of "vacation" pay based on how many hours we usually worked. It was a nice bonus! Well, I left at the end of April and when June came it was time for that extra check. He gave me one anyway even though I didn't work there anymore. What a great boss!
Needless to say I will definitely travel the 50 miles to still shop there whenever I get the chance.