Wednesday, 3 November 2010
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MESS WITH PROJECTIONISTS! WE WILL BURN YOUR FUCKING HOUSE DOWN AND PISS ON THE ASHES!
Not really, of course, we are a peaceful race and are more likely to just grumble under our breath and make rude gestures at you when you're not looking.
So we had our final meeting, in which the ultimate plan for the future of projection was revealed to us. And, after multiple "consultation" meetings and "your opinion counts" platitudes, the plan was pretty much the same as the one they proposed in the first place.
The meeting basically amounted to: when the hammer falls and your cinema is chosen to convert to digital (at a still undisclosed date) you either become a manager, a team leader (management lackey) or a popcorn jockey, or you can sling your hook and help yourself to an "enhanced" redundancy package which is a little bit better than the legal bare-minimum so be grateful for it you soon-to-be-superfluous bastard.
This was hammered home by the grossly insensitive logo which proclaimed the PowerPoint presentation "the future of cinema". It might as well have continued: "doesn't include you reel-spinning, sprocketeer shutter-monkeys".
I think they said we would get three months' notice before the changeover, but I can't be sure because I'm pretty certain I was nodding off by this point.
It was nothing we didn't expect. Until the building caught fire.
I wish I could say that the plumes of smoke you see in the picture above were caused by a disgruntled projectionist's attempt to sabotage the "future of cinema" by strapping a bomb-bag on and hurling himself at a Sony projector, but that was not the case. Apparently there was a fire in a bin round the back or summat.
So we finished the meeting outside.
And then we went home.
It's all over bar the blubbing. And we don't know when that will start. I'll let you know when I do.
This is The Intermittent Sprocket's 100th post, less than two weeks from the blog's first anniversary, and it's already the beginning of the end...