My dad always had to work on Labor Day. Most of my friends’ parents had it off, so as kids my sister and I were confused. When we asked him why, he told us that he was just honoring the holiday with his labor. Years later, I’ve begun to understand what he meant. While it may have been created to celebrate the labor movement, it’s turned into nothing more than a glorified excuse to be lazy. The majority of its participants are likely people who get every other holiday — however major or minor — as well as most weekends. Do they really need another Monday for their efforts? I’ve had it off in recent years, but have spent just as many of them stocking shelves and waiting tables. It’s not as if I have a particular fondness for large barbecues or brunch, so I’ve never really minded. If that’s your thing, then by all means have a good time, but just keep one thing in mind: For the person ringing up your hot dogs or making your Bloody Mary, this is just another day. They may get to sleep in every other Thursday, but they’ll probably be there on the Fourth of July, Thanksgiving, New Years and maybe even Christmas. Honor their efforts by saying thanks and saving them a beer at the party. They’re going to need it.