It is absolutely amazing what people will complain about.
Yesterday was Ontario’s inaugural Family Day stat holiday, and people – lots of people – were not happy about it.
Some people complained because they worked for the Federal government, and were therefore not entitled to a Provincial holiday. Good point, perhaps, but you know, last I checked, Federal government employees enjoyed some pretty sweet perks, even if Family Day was not one of them.
Police Officers were unhappy because they were not entitled to the day off. I almost felt sorry for the hardworking bunch until I learned that while they may not have gotten Family Day off, they did get 12 statutory holidays off each year. 12, huh? Even though there are only 9 Federally-recognized stat holidays in Canada. I no longer feel sorry for Police Officers.
There were even a few people that complained about the day off and were entitled to it. Apparently they had better things to do, or perhaps didn’t understand why it couldn’t be traded in for a tax break. Some curmudgeons took the stupid day but had to grumble that it would have been better spent in the warm summer weather when people actually wanted to be off work. I’m glad that the more than 3 month stretch between New Year’s and Easter with nary an extra lounging opportunity doesn’t bother them. They are stronger people than, I, the lot of them.
Still others complained that they were part-time, or contract, or union, or unemployed workers, and so, yes, it’s true, Family Day meant shit to them, and would prefer to begrudge those that did actually get the day off with pay.
Some people had the more valuable concern that they had to work and daycares were closed. Good point, but we've known about this for months. There was time to plan ahead, and certainly should not have left people in the lurch that say, a caregiver calling in sick might. But you wouldn't know it to hear people talking.
I didn’t understand it. And then I realized that it was Tuesday afternoon, and that I was at home. On mat leave. Being a stay-at-home mum. Nobody gave me yesterday off and paid me for it. Hey! Family Day did nothing for me! Bastards! I’m one of the 40% (or 60% depending on who you talk to) that our first February holiday did not apply to! Where can I trade it in? Huh? Where’s the office that I can go to for my tax break or a day I can take next November when I’m back at work? Sure, sure, Chris got the day off and he was quite happy for it, but so friggin’ what! What the hell has my Premier done for me? I feel like I should make a t-shirt: Ontario celebrated Family Day and all I got was this lousy husband.
So now that I’m totally all into the bitter and begrudging mindframe, I have a few other bones to pick:
I started my job with only 10 vacation days, but someone else I know started hers with 12.
That was 8 years ago, but I don’t care. She should have to give me one.
My bff drives a better car than I do even though I make more money and have two kids to cart around. What are you going to do about that, McGuinty?
Hey, Dalton, you jackass, I am making $473 a week on EI benefits, but people I know work in companies that top it up to 80% of their salary. Don’t let them.
Because if those perks don’t apply to me, why should anyone else get them? Right?
Ok, now someone punch me in the box, which is what I really deserve for complaining about a goddamn day off.