Still, not all fields are impending battlegrounds. I’m still routinely wished ‘Happy Friday’ by my bright-eyed and bushy-tailed colleagues, just like my first week of work ten years ago. I never admitted that I don't celebrate this holiday. What backward, repressed faith demands its believers show up to do nothing at corporate headquarters to cap off every week? I admit that the sacred hour and a half Friday lunch does seems like fun but I guess I just don't understand it.
Being a nonbeliever has big advantages; I seem to get a lot more done on Fridays than most of my colleagues. Think about it, since they aren’t doing anything, they can’t come up with ways to interrupt me. Still, I do occasionally feel a little uncomfortable with all this ‘Happy Friday’ stuff; maybe today I’ll ask that they say ‘Happy Holidays’ instead to acknowledge my holy days, Saturday and Sunday, and create a more inclusive environment.
Personally, I don't mind error-strewn greetings at the end of the year. I know less about others thanks to my ‘Happy Holidays’ bubble and I wonder if the PC blanket smothers one more opportunity to relate across differences. When it applies to everyone, it describes no one. I’d be delighted if folks wished me a Happy Hanukah – I would respond by wishing them a Merry Christmas, and resolve to remember the appropriate greeting for next time. Or maybe not, given what happens every Friday, but at least I would have learned something about the people in my life.