I would classify that as Park Executive; in charge of Anaheim specific stuff, but not really able to make big decisions.
Just for fun, and anyone here can jump in and amend or offer suggestions if I'm off base, but here's how the managerial hierarchy would seem to work for Disney theme parks:
Hourly Supervisors: Wearing costumes and uniforms, but in charge of the hour-by-hour operation and fixing messed up cheeseburger orders, or smoothing feathers after denied requests for the front row, or needed for merchandise return overrides. Drives a used 2014 Honda Civic, and parks in a satellite parking lot a mile from their work location.
Dockers-clad Managers: My God do I love these people! The managers in Business Casual, often worn in various stages of effectiveness and attractiveness, that you see wandering the parks with those trash grabbers and radio earpieces. They can respond to solve higher level problems like ride breakdowns and YouTube-worthy fights. Drive a leased Honda Accord or Hyundai Sonata, and parks in a satellite parking lot a mile from their work location.
TDA Suits: The dearly departed Al Lutz came up with that name, but it's the senior managers who manage the Dockers-clad managers beneath them. They rarely appear in the parks, and never past 4pm, but they are effectively in charge of them even though they are open for 16 hours per day. Drives a leased Acura RDX or Lexus ES 350, but still has to hunt for a spot in the TDA parking structure.
Park Executives: The handful of TDA execs with "Vice President" or "Senior Vice President" in their title who show up incognito in the parks randomly on weekday mid-mornings, or in the early afternoon of major holidays like July 4th, Thanksgiving Day, or Christmas Eve, to prove they support and value the front line hourly Cast Members. Often followed by a TDA photographer to document their actual appearance in a park, especially on a major holiday. They have an ability to influence the TDA President Du Jour, but that requires special skill and an willingness to realize what their core product for sale actually is. Drives a Company Car as part of their contract that is a frumpy Buick or Cadillac, thanks to the GM sponsorship agreement from the 1980's, but at least its free, and has a reserved parking space.
Disneyland Resort President: This job goes on a 3 year contract, and unless the President oversees a tragic death in the park a la' the Sailing Ship Columbia or Big Thunder Mountain, you can bet they'll be in Anaheim in increments of 3 or 6 years. Although Covid threw that well established cadence for a loop, when there was a blonde lady who wore extremely tight jeans to work who only lasted about six months in that job before she was asked to leave to spend more time with her family.
(I had to Google her just now; her name was Rebecca Campbell, she had the job for mere months, and now she's long gone and no longer on any Disney payroll. Because.... Executive Leadership! ) Drives a Mercedes E-Class Sedan, Audi A7 Sedan, or BMW 5 Series Sedan, with a reserved parking space next to TDA.
Parks Chairman: Again, on a standard 3 year corporate contract. Plucked from relative corporate obscurity as a President of a Finance or Merchandising role as President. Josh D'Amaro is the recent exception, as he was formerly the DLR President in TDA that leapfrogged the boorish and snobby Michael Colglazier for that gig.
(Colglazier was forcibly retired from Disney in a huff and went on to oversee a non-existent business that sends wealthy tourists into space for Richard Branson, or doesn't send them into space in the particular case for Branson and Colglazier). After 3 to 6 years in this gig, you get banished from Burbank by Bob Iger
(Rasulo, Staggs, Chapek) while you await a corporate Burbank shakup that only happens ever 20 years
(Miller, Eisner, Iger, Chapek, Iger 2.0...) Drives a Mercedes S Class or BMW 7 Series with a reserved spot in Burbank and Anaheim.
As for me?.. I think I'd rather be a theme park hourly supervisor. I'd comp replacement cheeseburgers and feign deep remorse for first row seating requests that were denied like the best of 'em. And I'd do it with a fresh haircut, and no visible tattoos, and a freshly pressed uniform, and shined shoes, and a big happy smile!
I'd be great at that!