It’s hard for me to even consider the possibility of going to work today. The same thing is going to happen tomorrow, over the weekend, and on monday.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I usually wake up excited about the fact that it is a workday or anything. But just to think that everyone in Mexico is off until tuesday, well, makes me feel even lazier.
Today, May 1st, is Labour Day all across the globe (except, apparently, for fucking Canada). As is usual, in Mexico whenever there’s a holiday on a tuesday or a thursday, they usually take off the monday or the friday. They call it a “puente”, a bridge between the holiday and the weekend.
And then, on monday, the holiday every single american and canadian considers to be the be-all end-all of mexican festivities, Cinco de Mayo.
Which brings me to today’s lesson.
Despite what Speedy Gonzalez cartoons might have taught the world, Cinco de Mayo is not that big of a deal in Mexico. It is but a mere civic holiday. There’s no partying, no parades, no stupid mice dancing around humorously large sombreros. OK?
Now, if you want to see actual mexican festivities, I might suggest september 15/16th (Mexican Independence Day) and November 20 (Mexican Revolution Day). Still no rodents dancing around oversized headwear, but you get the picture.
In the meantime, I have to drag myself into work, thinking of all my friends back home relaxing. Fuckers, how I envy them.
The Iceberg.
