White Night Workers
by H D Thompson
White Night is an all night art and culture festival that happens all over the world. This particular night, Melbourne was the host. Going to White Night is amazing and the art and installations you get to see are usually spectacular. Working at White Night can be an exercise in torture. An insane amount of people herded like cattle in and around the city, for the entire night. It doesn’t end. If while navigating that gauntlet of all-night wonderment you have at all spotted the workers and volunteers and wondered what they’re thinking, then this post is for you. Here is a conversation myself and a few of my workmates were having over the course of our 12 hour shifts for White Night. Next time you’re ambling about, lining up for your next amazing slice of culture, spare a thought for the people behind the Night. And remember – that is not a flyer dispensing machine, that is a human person. Don’t cut queues. Don’t be a dick. That lady is using that microphone for crowd control, you can not use it for a “shout out to Brunno” and she is not a “cunt” for denying you so. It will make no difference if you’re first in line or fifth, I promise. EVERYONE’S tired, you’re not special. Enjoy the night and remember that that dead look behind the eyes of the workers is there because no one gets paid enough to care about your problems.