It’s the first Labor Day that I have spent not leaving Black Rock City with a few thousand of my closest friends trapped in our car for Exodous. Man, Exodous always sucks. The entire population of BRC compresses to a single lane and heads out into the desert. 

It’s an interesting holiday, Labor Day. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Labor_Day It Celebrates the spirt of the worker and how awesome Americans are at working.  But, as I have spent more time in the workforce and specifically this week working directly with union labor organizations, I can’t help but think that the American workforce is a little bit broken. I personally have tried to get my days to be in the Grip Local Union for the last 5 years, and there has been no access. While I can respect that generally if someone is in the union they do have a basic modicum of expertise, It is no guarantee of excellence. 

I can’t say that I am all that into working as something to celebrate. Instead, lets celebrate self expression, or health, or love? Is that so much to ask? At this point I am completely uninterested in working at anything other than something that gives me great joy and has me surrounded by people I love. Working hard is no problem, when it’s surrounded by your people. It becomes easy and fun. It is a bold thing to require. But I deserve it. 

But taken to an extreme, what would our world look like if everyone worked their passion? What if everyone was having fun and loved their life?  Well, now that I think about it, it would look a lot like Black Rock City. 

Just don’t wear white after Labor Day, I’m just saying.