It has been 4 years since I did my Disney college program. And I randomly stumbled upon my old blog. I totally forgot I had even started it. Whoops. I finished reading the 6 entries and wished I has written more.
Like of the time I watched the Electric Lights parade with this adorable little girl who had to tell me the name of all 7 dwarves before she would go w her mum. Or the time during Spring Break, I was filling the napkins dispenser in the Corral 1 dinner room when this 12 yr old boy looked around at the bustling room and asked me in amazement and fear if it was always like this. I took a quick look at the mob of Guests and laughed 'Welcome to the Wild West'. Shoot I was mistaken for a princess several times. Another time a little girl made her embarrassed mum ask me if I was Dorothy and where Toto was. Wrong park. Or when my roommate and I did the Disney Princess auditions. My favorite memory is of my last working day, I took my hideous non slip shoes, which were hammered beyond gross and threw them down the A Vac. Ah! I still remember with perfect clarity the absolute feelings of relief, freedom and triumph. All in that order too. Perhaps even s slight sense of vindictiveness. Ok ok ok, this is a confessions blog. So I confess, a powerful sense of vindictiveness. I will also confess that I do have a mean streak in me after all. Didn't really realize this until I did the Program.
As I traveled further down Memory Lane, I then recalled precisely why I quit writing; I was very unhappy during my CP. I will freely confess what is truly ironic; I, self proclaimed Disney fanatic, actually hated it. As in passionately hated it. I'm not going to say why; it'd be a waste of a lot of space. and I equally hate digging up unpleasant feelings. Lets just say that I did a lot of yelling, crying and gnashing my teeth because of the Mouse. Like a LOT of those three things. Not always in that precise order but mostly so as I went thu the stages of shock, hurt and reluctant/embittered acceptance.
That being said, I don't totally regret the experience. I mean, I got to be in the parks whenever I wanted. A dream come true of any Disney fanatic! I also met so many wonderful people. In fact of one my best friends happens to have been my roommate there. I haven't really kept in touch with any of my former cast members. I mean we are friends on fb, and I'll randomly like or comment on their posts but that's about it. I did end up working with one again, at a clean facility job. It was so much fun to talk and laugh about different memories. I bumped into another former cast member since they were in the same dance class as my husband and it was truly lovely to see them again.
So, the big question- would I do it all over again? Umm, yeah NO. The thought of working at Pecos for even one more minute......gah. I think I just threw up a bit. Would I work for the Mouse again? Maybe. I can't help it! Going to the parks for free is a huuuuuuggggge lure for me!! I'd work there only if it were at the Animal Kingdom, not in merchandise or quick service. Yup, that's about it. Ok, maybe i'd work in the tragic-sorry I mean Magic - kingdom as a ticket/entry way attendant.
Like of the time I watched the Electric Lights parade with this adorable little girl who had to tell me the name of all 7 dwarves before she would go w her mum. Or the time during Spring Break, I was filling the napkins dispenser in the Corral 1 dinner room when this 12 yr old boy looked around at the bustling room and asked me in amazement and fear if it was always like this. I took a quick look at the mob of Guests and laughed 'Welcome to the Wild West'. Shoot I was mistaken for a princess several times. Another time a little girl made her embarrassed mum ask me if I was Dorothy and where Toto was. Wrong park. Or when my roommate and I did the Disney Princess auditions. My favorite memory is of my last working day, I took my hideous non slip shoes, which were hammered beyond gross and threw them down the A Vac. Ah! I still remember with perfect clarity the absolute feelings of relief, freedom and triumph. All in that order too. Perhaps even s slight sense of vindictiveness. Ok ok ok, this is a confessions blog. So I confess, a powerful sense of vindictiveness. I will also confess that I do have a mean streak in me after all. Didn't really realize this until I did the Program.
As I traveled further down Memory Lane, I then recalled precisely why I quit writing; I was very unhappy during my CP. I will freely confess what is truly ironic; I, self proclaimed Disney fanatic, actually hated it. As in passionately hated it. I'm not going to say why; it'd be a waste of a lot of space. and I equally hate digging up unpleasant feelings. Lets just say that I did a lot of yelling, crying and gnashing my teeth because of the Mouse. Like a LOT of those three things. Not always in that precise order but mostly so as I went thu the stages of shock, hurt and reluctant/embittered acceptance.
That being said, I don't totally regret the experience. I mean, I got to be in the parks whenever I wanted. A dream come true of any Disney fanatic! I also met so many wonderful people. In fact of one my best friends happens to have been my roommate there. I haven't really kept in touch with any of my former cast members. I mean we are friends on fb, and I'll randomly like or comment on their posts but that's about it. I did end up working with one again, at a clean facility job. It was so much fun to talk and laugh about different memories. I bumped into another former cast member since they were in the same dance class as my husband and it was truly lovely to see them again.
So, the big question- would I do it all over again? Umm, yeah NO. The thought of working at Pecos for even one more minute......gah. I think I just threw up a bit. Would I work for the Mouse again? Maybe. I can't help it! Going to the parks for free is a huuuuuuggggge lure for me!! I'd work there only if it were at the Animal Kingdom, not in merchandise or quick service. Yup, that's about it. Ok, maybe i'd work in the tragic-sorry I mean Magic - kingdom as a ticket/entry way attendant.
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