I’ve always found Labor Day weekend to be bittersweet. The air is crisper, and the skies take on a sharper blue. But it also signals the end of summer. I get teary just thinking about putting away my sandals and those Lilly Pulitzer dresses.

But I’m determined to savor the holiday this year. For starters, I’m vowing not to think about work during the weekend — not an easy feat these days, considering I can’t even look at a piece of toast without thinking how I can blog about it for The Careerist.