My manager returned from the manager's meet and greet in Las Vegas last week with news that there is a new position, and she has me pegged for it: Theater Technical Assistant. I will find out more on Monday what the job actually means, but "it's a lot like what you are already doing." And somehow involves me getting more hours. Apparently I'm the "go to" guy whenever something regarding projection, sound or likely even the computer equipment upstairs and downstairs goes wrong.
Lovely.
"You'll be spending less time downstairs."
That aspect interests me more...
Each theater will have their own designated TTA...I THINK that's what the "acronym" (per George Carlin, an acronym is supposed to spell a word. FBI, CIA and KGB are not acronyms. They are dicks.) for the job. Again, I'll find out Monday.
I'm also supposed to take a six hour course online.
I was already acting the role today. We had a xenon bulb fail to ignite and warranted an emergency bulb change. Then discovered a part had fused, and broke a piece of it trying to remove a nut, but was able to get the show back on screen anyway and sought getting a replacement asap. And trying to fix the damned closed-captioning emitter in one of the houses playing The Avengers.
For reasons I do not comprehend we have a 150MG limit on our Outlook e-mail box, and I had to go through and either archive or delete files with big attachments. The email I sent to our IT department regarding the part I needed involved 2 pictures which made for 4MGs right there.
New title. No raise. No new or better benefits.
Yahoo. I get a Gold Star!
At least I'm employed...

Steve shows us that MS Paint is good for other things besides screen grabs