Ah, July 4th.
Time for BBQs, beer drinking and playing with explosives.
Ugh, July 5th.
Back to work. Even worse, we have to clean up after everyone else's good time. And it never fails. They ask you if you want to work the 4th and you say 'hell yeah', because it's holiday overtime pay. And there really isn't too much to do, since during working hours, the public is still preparing to party. But if you take that 4th, expect to work the 5th. On the 5th is when all that party prep has turned into an aftermath. At every park you will find all the blown off fireworks.
Oh yeah, I work for Parks & Recreation. Like the NBC show, except more of a blue collar version. And yes, the show is surprisingly accurate most of the time. I am proud to say that we do not have a rather racist mural toward Native Americans though.
Anyway, I come to work this morning and find the most surprising thing. No firework garbage. Nothing. And for the three years I've been working at this pool (oh yeah, I'm a pool operator, I got the fancy job in P&R) there has always been garbage cans overflowing with burnt mortar tubes and other things on the ground. Then remembered that there wasn't much noise last night. Pop here and there, but that's all. And last night was really nice out, considering all the rain we've been having.
So what's the deal? Not that I should really be complaining, since it makes my job easier. Did they actually crack down on the fireworks this year on Long Island? They are illegal, but people have gotten away with stuff in the past.
Even though I got out of extra litter pick-up, I can't help but be a little disappointed. It just seemed that we (around here, at least) didn't go all out this year. I think next year I'll make more of an effort to blow off my fingers.