Well here I am on labour day, at a coffee joint, having coffee and smoking at this new mall.
I’m actually having a day off. You know, to commemorate the ‘annual holiday celebrated all over the world that resulted from efforts of the labour union movement, to celebrate the economic and social achievements of workers‘ (from Wikipedia).
But there are at least a few hundred people working today, here. Like that guy at the coffee bar, in a yellow tshirt, making coffee. Or the security girl at the entrance of the embedded french retail outlet, wrapping-up my laptop case in plastic so I won’t shoplift.
I wonder if they get extra pay for working today. They’d better ask for it. Cause fuck me, I’d rather sit here and contemplate my economic and social achievements. And coincidently (this just crossed my coffee-addled brain), today’s also supposed to be the 13th(?) anniversary with an ex-girlfriend. Well she’s probably somewhere examining her achievements.
Found her on facebook chat the other day but we had to cut the conversation short. Because hubby is having a conference call and using-up a lot of bandwith. Yup.
We didn’t need bandwith back then. On top of Eiffel Tower, looking at the symmetry of the streets of Paris and celebrating her birthday. Mine was a couple of days later (Eurodisney). Had a long soak in the bath at some seedy bed-n-breakfast, both of us tired of fucking croissants. And probably of each other.
Oh well. Happy Labour Day. To Pmengandung, don’t actually get into labour just yet will ya?