Labor Day Honoree's

Monday, September 6, 2010

Let me start by saying that after KarenG’s BBQ I actually had to go cook myself some. As a result of attending her little chin-dig I now how several new followers. I would like to welcome them. I am honored you are here and look forward to meeting you all in this blog world we have come to love.

Now HAPPY HOLIDAY, it is Labor Day. It is the end of summer, beginning of fall and the day to honor our workers. Today I would like to salute some of less mention workers out there. In the fashion of my “Just So You Know” posts the following are my candidates for a salute in the labor force. 

I salute… the worm farmer. After mine-committed suicide I have the utmost respect for you. Besides no longer do I have to poke around in cow patties to find my bait. Bless you.

I salute… the security-sniffing dogs. Daily they must endure all kinds of left over vacation odors. Not to mention the strange smells of stale smuggled food products we just knew would make it home. 

I salute… inspector number 8. How many times have you opened something that ended up being totally destroyed, only to find, “Inspected by Number 8.” He must be a damage inspector.

I salute… the freshness tester. I am so envious they got this job. Should the recession hit this profession, I would hate to read their resume. Squeezing and nibbling will not translate easily into a new career.

I salute… the Keebler Elves. They have been on the job for years, never missed a day and have not aged a bit. That in its self deserves a salute.

I salute… customer service representatives. The poor soul whose job it is to follow that annoying gentleman's voice who requires you to push every number on the key pad before you can talk to a real human. I feel this up front irritation was omitted from their job description.

I salute… the poor lost souls whose job it is to stand on a busy street while wearing some really weird animal costume, trying to sell something not remotely related to the costume. Where do they get those awful costumes anyway?

And finally I salute… the Odor Judges. Those people who spend their entire working day sniffing armpits. No I did not make this up, deodorant companies have quality control too. How they find a normal working individual to fill this position I’m not sure.

There you have them, my labor force honorees. They are a special group don’t you think? All kidding aside though, take some time today to honor those who serve you. Whether it is the waitress, the grocery clerk or just the paperboy they all provide a service.

You all have a safe and happy holiday.

Peace my children…..


The Words Crafter said, 

This was a fun read. And thoughtful. I salute the garbage collectors. They are absolutely vital to society (especially our general health) and are mostly looked down upon!

I was terribly sorry to read the post about your worms. I was told to use them for my future flower bed and that I could start even now for next spring. Hmmmm. It can get pretty cold here in the winter. Maybe I should wait....

Happy Labor Day!

September 6, 2010 at 8:39 AM  
welcome to my world of poetry said, 

Have a HAPPY LABORS DAY yourself. Jules.
We don't celebrate that here .

I enjoyed the read and I agree many do jobs that I would find in tolerable to do,

Have a great day.

September 6, 2010 at 8:48 AM  
Rayna M. Iyer said, 

Happy Labour Day, Jules. And those are not jobs I would particularly pick for myself.

September 6, 2010 at 9:04 AM  
Gail said, 

What a wonderfully delightful post.

I salute all the workers and thanks for reminding us.

September 6, 2010 at 9:16 AM  
Karen Walker said, 

Yes, Jules, thanks for reminding us to be grateful for everything all our workers do each and every day.

September 6, 2010 at 10:31 AM  
Alex J. Cavanaugh said, 

Great people to salute. I feel for those costumed characters every time I see one on the street in 90 degree humid weather.

September 6, 2010 at 10:42 AM  
a sojourner said, 

hi Jules:)

was thinkin` about worms the other day. earth worms are better`n manure worms for fishing:) i COULD NOT take the job of arm pit inspector or oder tester. that would be as gross as deciding which toilet paper "collects the most" on the first swipe. interesting post!

September 6, 2010 at 10:47 AM  
Tammy said, 

Love it!! I laughed. And then I smiled. Those last few lines are so true. As are the rest of them! I always worry about those poor people dancing around in the heat inside a big costume on a street corner near here. Must be an oven in there. I worry they'll pass out and fall over in the busy street and get run over. So I wave at them just so the last thing they see on earth is niceness.

September 6, 2010 at 12:41 PM  
Summer Ross said, 

wonderful post- kebler thats was great!

September 6, 2010 at 12:47 PM  
Olivia J. Herrell said, 

Congrats on your new followers and thanks for your salutes! I missed reading your blog while I was away and *waaahhh* I missed the party, too.

Happy Labor Day! that rebel, Olivia

September 6, 2010 at 3:24 PM  

Thanks for saluting me. You don't know what a traumatic experience it is to be an armit odor sniffer. But the lights have to stay on and the family fed. Thanks again.

Stephen Tremp

September 7, 2010 at 1:33 AM  
kobico said, 

What a wonderful way to recognize some specific workers we tend to overlook! I'm feeling a bit bad for the armpit sniffers, too.

September 7, 2010 at 3:08 AM  
Journaling Woman said, 

I'm late, but so very funny. You are funny--not doubt.


September 7, 2010 at 7:25 AM  
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