So the Fourth of July falls on a Friday this year. What a great idea: take Friday, Saturday and Sunday off. That means one day to overeat and two to get over it (not to mention the fireworks which will dull your hearing for hours). I will have the day off, and as per the family tradition we will eat hamburgers and potato salad. We use Miracle Whip(R) on our potato salad, which freaks out the mayonnaise purists no end. I don’t dislike mayo, but I prefer using “the Whip.” Some folks, on the other hand, won’t touch “the Whip.” It’s got a little tang to it. Mayo has a bit of a greasy thing going on, but for me it’s all good, and I don’t mind that some folks have a problem with “the Whip.” That means more for me.
Having a Friday holiday is tough on businesses who normally pay people on Fridays. That is why I spent a few hours on a Saturday at work crunching timesheet numbers so everybody can be paid a day early next week. When you look at how many hours people work, you develop an appreciation for the amount of time we labor to earn our living, and how complex it can be to figure it all out so everybody gets a proper paycheck. It’s all that math we learned in school and promptly forgot about, with a little common sense, levity and policy enforcement thrown in. It is important to make sure that everybody has money for the big weekend, including me. Of course, somebody else reviews how much I worked, so I don’t have to enforce policy on myself (that would count as masochism, I think). It will be nice to have a different kind of three day weekend for a change, since we are all used to Mondays off for any holiday not falling on a Monday to begin with. Of course, by the time Monday actually rolls around, everybody will be grumpy because they actually have to go to work on a Monday, and anybody with a question about what they were paid will inundate us with questions first thing in the morning. That is why Tuesdays after Monday holidays are much easier to tolerate. Independence Day falls on Monday, July 4, 2016. That we can all enjoy, and it will seem normal. Except when I bring up the Whip in the potato salad.
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