You would think that as I work for an association whose sole function is to influence public policy and hobnob with the goonies of government that I wouldn’t have to work on a federal holiday. Alas, you would be wrong.
This morning my husband rolled over for more snoozing as I kissed his cheek. He gets to stay home. Then I shuffled out of my house to be greeted by a street full of parked cars, completely unheard of on a workday. Damn my neighbors, snug in their beds! They get to stay home too.
Stomping off the bus I had to walk past puffy piles of dirty foam, a fallen banner proclaiming “Foam Party Sunday!” Three-day holiday weekend. Yeah. Rock on. All those partygoers get to stay home, nursing their hangovers.
Now I’m in the office and everyone who didn’t sacrifice one of our precious vacation days is griping about how it’s a ghost town and how nothing will get done today and how unfair worklife is – pretty comical.
Columbus really has fallen on hard times.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
As one of the founding editors of We Love DC, Jenn’s passions are theater and cocktails. After two decades in the city, she’s loved every quirky, mundane, elegant, rude minute of her DC life. A proud advocate for DC’s talented drinks scene, she’s judged the Corcoran Gallery of Art’s ARTINI contest, the DC Rickey Month contest, the Jefferson Hotel’s Quill Cocktail competition, and is a founding member of LUPEC DC. A graduate of Catholic University’s drama program, she toured the country as a member of National Players, and has been both an actor and a costume designer before jumping the aisle to theater criticism. Writing for We Love DC restored her happiness after a life-threatening illness, and she’s grateful to you, dear readers. Send your suggestions to jenn (at) welovedc (dot) com and follow her on Twitter.
