Labor Day Was Observed. Labor Was Not.

Labor Day at the office. We observed it. Adam did not.

This one is after Bruegel's The Harvesters, the painting where half the crew is asleep under a tree and the other half is still out cutting wheat. I didn't change much. Coach, Zane, and me under the tree. The robot in the field.

Here's what I keep noticing about the AI in my business: it doesn't take the day off, and it doesn't ask whether I'm taking it either. That's not a complaint. It's just the first Labor Day of my working life where the labor kept going while I didn't.

So the strip is asking, quietly, what the holiday is for now. If the work gets done anyway, what exactly are we resting from?

I don't have the answer. I had a sandwich.