If you read the entrepreneur blogs (and there are a lot of them, most of which appear to have an audience consisting entirely of other entrepreneur blogs), the self-employed are the real overachievers of the modern economy. You are your own toughest boss, &c., which let me tell you as I swig my beer and scroll through Tumblr porn in another tab is total bullshit, but it’s a nice-sounding idea.
(Or maybe not a nice sounding idea, depending on how you feel about work. But the point is that these self-employed gigs are supposedly the ones where there are no days off and every workday is a 12-hour-plus day. Your mileage in terms of actual productivity may vary, based on how many of those twelve hours are spent fondling your crotch.)
So I take all of that with a grain of salt, or several grains of salt gracing the rim of my afternoon margarita. But I will say this much about working from home: it really takes the fun out of federal holidays.
Seriously. King Day and all those others aren’t holidays; they’re workdays plus I can’t run down to the bank.
Ah well. Over the last few years of federal holidays I’ve called Veteran’s Day “the most awkward holiday of the year,” listed “making out with your sister-in-law” as a traditional Memorial Day observance, and castigated Labor Day as a watered-down bread-and-circuses distraction designed to separate American workers from the international labor movement (which it is). Reverence for national days of celebration is clearly not in me.
At least I can fill that bank run time I’d scheduled with another beer from the fridge.