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Labour Day, The End of Summer, and the Worst Jobs to Return to on Tuesday Morning

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In Toronto, the annual launch of the Canadian National Exhibition, or The Ex, often serves as the wake-up call that summer is almost through. Then, once Labour Day hits, the reality sets in that summer’s done and it’s time to start thinking about Thanksgiving, Halloween and, soon enough, Christmas (only 115 shopping days left!).

Now, before the end of season depression kicks in, consider that things could be much worse come Tuesday morning. I personally count myself lucky as someone who is working in the profession he always wanted to. But it’s hard to imagine someone aspiring to be, say, a funeral clown or a lunatic keeper.

Sound ridiculous? I would have thought so too. Then I did some research for a piece for Zoomer magazine called “Labour Day: Be Happy You Don’t Have These Jobs.” These professions existed, along with many other strange and often extinct ones like it. Some are questionable, while others top modern lists as professions considered “the worst” in Canada or the U.S.

So for those dreading Tuesday morning, read the Zoomer article and count yourself lucky that at least you’re not going back to your job as the person with the bucket who stands under the elephant. What am I talking about, you ask? Read it and you’ll understand. Trust me.

 

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Festive season a time for tolerance and understanding, NOT political correctness

This gave me a chuckle....

“In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it ‘Christmas’ and went to church; the Jews called it ‘Hanukkah’ and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say ‘Merry Christmas!’ or ‘Happy Hanukkah!’ or (to the atheists) ‘Look out for the wall!'” – Dave Barry

Tis the season to be jolly. With that in mind, I decided to reprint a version of a column I wrote last year around this time for the East Toronto Observer newspaper. It’s about tolerance and understanding among those of all faiths as well as those of none. This season is supposed to be one of love and joy. Lets keep it that way.

Merry Christmas. That’s right. I said it.

As a child I never would have imagined that uttering such a pleasant, joyful phrase could cause anyone harm. But as the holiday season approaches, the beast we know as political correctness will no doubt rear its ugly head once more.

In and around the month of December, many very important celebrations occur. Perhaps you observe Christmas, or Hanukkah. Kwanzaa anyone? How about Saint Nicholas Day or Three Kings Day or St. Lucia Day or Omisoka?

I was stopped on the street one day last December and wished a Happy Hanukkah by a very pleasant stranger. I was touched that a man who had never met me was kind enough to offer me a message of peace. And yet, in retail stores and offices across the city, employees are being instructed NOT to wish anyone a “Merry Christmas” for fear of offending anyone who does not celebrate it.

It’s time we put political correctness to rest. Wishing someone a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, or any other seasonal greeting is at its very core a sign of peace. It is to say “I wish all of the magic of this season to be with you.”

In a world where wars are waged over dwindling oil reserves, where a billion people go without food everyday, where consumerism outshines the true meaning of one of the holiest times of the year, do we really need to argue about how one should phrase a message of peace?

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