As discussed many times, people in management are twackos–they’ve got a belfry fucking chock full of bats. Maybe that’s why they’re under the absurd impression that any of the underlings they’ve forced to come into work during a holiday week, like say, during Thanksgiving, are actually working.
Not that office workers aren’t pretending to do something at least 70% of the time, but it’s especially bad when the slump known as wintertime sadness rolls around. Thus, the humane thing for anyone in a boss-like position to do would be to release their slaves whenever a holiday falls during a week and then just pay them anyway. Because you’re already compensating them to do nothing at work, so you might as well let them enjoy their shitty outside of Midtown apartments.