Vapowi
on July 28, 2020 at 12:01 amYeah, this was essentially my job for 11 hours a day, in an endless loop. You give a speech, send them off with the made-up space greeting word, rearrange the room a little while the spaceship simulator ride goes, and then welcome them to Clearly Another Planet Now! Though it was more involved than just placing a chair. There was a wall that moved, and you would turn on the blacklight. Then you put it back and welcome the next group! Every 3 or 4 minutes, depending on the ride duration you choose.
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Was it a requirement to ride the ride if you just wanted to eat a duck
Your comments for the next couple months are going to be all about wanting to try duck, aren’t they? I hope so, anyway.
Duck is great. Crispy duck pancakes are one of the greatest foods that exist.
Well, not so much try duck, I’ve had it
Try SPACE duck, sure
If you asked, you could enter the restaurant through the exit, which was just a ramp to the side. That’s right, you don’t take the ride home, you gotta walk home.
From Mars?!
Pluto. It’s only a 100,000 year stroll, give or take a couple AU.
“Ah’ll getcha there, cap’n, even if I ‘afta get out n’ push!”
– Scotty
That reminds me of an old edutainment… “game” is a stretch to say, but it had a section where you could input your method of travel (beam of light, plane, car, bicycle, on foot), and it would tell you how long it would take to go between any of the planets and sun, and pseudo-scaled representation of the same (light is near instantaneous, walking was a little person strolling S-L-O-W-L-Y across the screen) with the times between each steadily rising as the character progressed
almost want to play that again, just because that can’t have been all to the game, but I can’t remember what else there was 🤔
My brother once experienced this on an actual plane. We were visiting my grandparents down in Florida, and it was his first plane trip. He was six.
I guess he thought as soon as you step off the plane in Florida, it’s all palm trees and beaches. Seeing an airport tarmac just like the one he’d left four hours ago did a number on him.
“We just went in a circle?!”
I feel like this so many times when we go somewhere new-ish
“hey, this looks just like Kingsport, did we find a wormhole =o”
I know this is cheesy, but I kinda love it.
Now, you keep tossing around words like “cheesy” and the folks at Charles Entertainment Cheese may take legal action. They are clinging on to existence.
That sounds like a very boring job, and this is coming from someone who works in retail.
Honestly, I preferred it to every other single job in the place because I got to spend 80% of my time alone. And for that fact, it was everybody else’s least favorite job. Not me! I’m a weirdo!
That seems unreasonably complicated. Why not have two doors on the simulator, one for entrance, and one for leaving? Then you could have Earth decoration on one side, an Pluto/Mars/whatever on the other, and your employee wouldn’t have to change everything every few minutes, and you could create more elaborate decoration. Also, doesn’t this spoil the fun for people who arrive after the shuttle”leaves”? They’d see what happens on the “other side” before they board, wouldn’t they?
New arrivals were probably held in a waiting area of some kind until the next ‘flight’ was scheduled, with no view of the departure/arrival room.
Use valuable square footage that you can pack more tables in, or make one of your minimum wage peons do more manual labor? I know what I’d expect a place like this to do.
Seems to me like the most basic trick they missed was to use frigging different people for “Earth ground crew” and “Pluto ground crew”.
I have a feeling these places blew most of their budget on decor and ducks. Probably didn’t have a lot to spare for extra personnel. Five internet dollars says that if anyone bothered to question that, clones were involved.
“Whaddya mean we all look the same to you? You Space Racist!”
If this is the only job those people did, there’s no way a company like this would invest the money to pay more than one person to do it at a time.
But Sal (me) was the “pilot.” Presumably she’d (I’d) go with you!
what if you worked a space trebuchet
I think I’d actually prefer working at Mechanical Rat Pizza and Child Casino over that kind of monotony…