Just been told that we all have to apply for our own jobs-and YES-there will be casualties. Don't know whether to be mortified or excited for all the changes this will mean. Our team has been together for years and I don't laugh anywhere they way I do with them. Hardly professional I know but some things are just more precious and worth preserving than another mans view of how business should be maintained. They call it development we would call it loss.
It's not just about selling a product, in this case theatre tickets; as far as we're concerned the show begins as soon as we walk into the office and open those curtains, (that's right, curtains) on the counter. Good days, bad days, love you, hate you, can't wait to see the back of you, can't imagine life without you. Generally the customers laugh along with us and those that don't have no business booking entertainment in the first place.
We are in the last golden days of the box office and our rebellion against a system set on taming us will live in our hearts long after we don our Stepford Wife costumes and join the millions who are already operating under battery hen conditions.
We will have to justify our performance ( I'm not talking about the stage now ) in a different spot light. A new script must be learned and taken on board. Courses attended, evaluations monitored, pencils sharpened, dib, dib, dob.
Will we make the 66% required match for our jobs ? Don't know, not sure I care at the mo'. But as one learned colleague declared; " 60's not bad and the other 6% is for turning up! "
To my comrades in arms, I salute your individuality, character, fortitude, friendship, humour, wrath and your ' d'ya wannit or not attitude ' come panto season. More than that your willingness to face the unknown with great courage and comedy. The memory of a good belly laugh will keep you warm through many a cold winter.
Once more unto the breech dear friends and RAGE, RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT.