Our presence has been demanded.
The cinema company I work for has initiated a series of crisis meetings, ostensibly to decide the future of projectionism, but seeming more like a method of patronising us into thinking our opinions count in what is essentially a no-brain business decision.
Me and my boss have been told we have to attend a meeting on Monday in a town about a half hour train journey away, and that the information which will be imparted is of such a momentous and sensitive nature that it cannot possibly be communicated via phone or email or even hinted at in advance of the meeting.
We've been sent for.
And anyone who's seen "Donnie Brasco" knows what that means.
They're going to kill us. Our usefulness has run its course and they are going to gather all the institutionalised protectionists together in one place and wipe them out in one fell swoop. It's their final solution.
Should I not post again, I ask only that you think of the projectionists from time to time. They weren't such a bad lot.