So the theatre that I worked at on the resort wasn’t at all like Dirty Dancing. Mostly because Patrick Swayze wasn’t there to be all sexy, but also because the actors and the servers were not allowed to socialize.
The servers were never allowed to come into cast housing, and fraternizing after hours was looked down upon in the hope you don’t get fired sort of way.
Of course, as with all rules, there were some really good reasons.
Like the time an actor had sex with an underage server.
Or the time the actors and the servers discovered that, with their powers combined, they had the keys to the kingdom.
See, the theatre folk had the keys to all the theatre buildings: the theatre itself, the rehearsal space, the prop shop, the set shop. You know, all the places where illicit fun can be had. The servers had the keys to the place where the karaoke equipment and beer kegs were kept. I think you can see the story starting to build. (more…)