This summer, an anonymous reader spent most of their time working at an unnamed amusement park as a Fair Ambassador. This title, which comprises many duties, would be “useless if guests could read and/or were decent human beings.” Fortunately for this reader’s pay cheque, that was not the case.
On Tuesday, August 29th, the reader was stationed at Art in the Park, which was a welcome break from working with adults, many of whom were inebriated. Later that day, when their station closed down, they were moved to another, more stressful position-- the entrance of the Craft Beer Fest. Lit up with one light and with no other people around, the entrance was eerily quiet. Some people would come forwards and ask for directions to the nearest exit; but other than that, the Ambassador was alone.
“It was all okay until some guy walked towards the entrance, stopped, walked towards a bush, and unzipped,” they reported, “Worried he was going to see me, I ran away and hid in a bush. What else was I supposed to do, call Security? They were at least five minutes away.”
Strange as it might sound, this is a common occurrence at this amusement park, with many Ambassadors reporting similar stories-- or worse.
“I once had a First Aid call, a lost kid, a hypodermic needle in a bathroom stall, and three people yell at me all in under two hours,” the reader explained, “One person I was working with had someone stalk them while on the job, and another person had to break up a fight in Toytopia.”
When pressed further on the issue of safety in the workplace and the dangers of jobs in tourism, the reader admits,“Yeah, it’s not the best and I should have training and supervision and get worker’s compensation, but who cares? At least I’m not a sweeper.”