President's Day

The U.S. Capitol building.

(A brief discussion twixt Baer & Baer's editor, a.k.a. BE)

JB: Ah, President's Day! Enjoying the day off, boss? The three-day weekend?

BE: What day off? What three-day weekend?

JB: Oh, right, you don't work for the gubment.

BE: You mean the gubment don't work for me.

JB: Well, not today. Not the state, the feds, the locals, the Congress, the Legislature, the courts, the libraries, the schools, the State Stores, the postal service, PennDOT, trash and recycling...even the President is off on President's Day. Look at the official White House schedule. He's in Florida playing golf. Sunday he played with Tiger Woods. And I just think...

BE: Stop! We get the idea.

JB: Know what's ironic?

BE: (sigh) Tell me.

JB: President's Day as we now know it, namely the third Monday every February, is officially designated to celebrate all presidents, past and present, and was put in place in 1971 by executive order by, ta-dah, Richard Nixon.

BE: Perfect. One of the worst presidents.

JB: Hey, coulda been James Buchanan, a.k.a. Pennsylvania's pride.

BE: What's your point here?

JB: Simple, really: if you had a business running as badly and with as much disfunction as our government (and you can pick any level you like) would you maintain a schedule allowing 10 holidays a-year, in other words two weeks off in addition to whatever vacation and personal days and...

BE: Stop. I get it. We should tie holidays to productivity.

JB: And pay. And benefits. And vacation. Just like in the private sector. And then maybe we could, you know, actually get something, ANYTHING done so that....

BE: JB? You need to chill. Take the rest of the day off.

JB: grrrrr.