Tick, tick...
Waiting is the worst part before anything. When I was a swimmer, the antisipation was the worst. The fear that I might make a false start, or I might loose terribly, always hung over my head before I got up on the starting blocks.
Waiting for this meeting is no different. Only this antisipation has lasted for at least two days. Whenever I ate something, my stomach knotted even tighter, making me sick. Even now when I write this, my breakfast is threatening to come out and say hello. Antisipation doesn't do this situation justice. Fear is a better word for it.
Ever since my last post, several of you have come out to support me and share your concern. Its moments like this where you realize how many people are on your side. Even as I was typing this, my roommate Grant texed me, saying good luck with your meeting. For this, I am greatful.
If I go on or not, I will bear this in mind what Dad said to me. I stated that I was sick of telling people where the bathroom was several times a day. I grumbled that the least they could do was look at the map. Dad was not satisfied with my attitude towards lost guests.
"YOU are the map!" he said to me last night. "Shame on you for hiding your light! Shame on you for hiding it under a bushel!"
Now that I think about it, thats why Disney hires us in the first place: to be a light for others when they are lost, even when it is simply to point out where the bathroom is.
To all my fellow cast members: quit grumping about the guest! There is a reason why you wear that costume! Disney has made you a light to others. You are doing people a great service when you point out where to get food, how to get drinks, and yes, even pointing out where the restroom is. You are there to help people. The sooner you square with that, the sooner you will find that your job is more satisfying.
Waiting is the worst part. The fear that has engulfed me is a terrible burden. The sooner 11:30 comes the better. Thats when I go in to see my manager. To see if they need my help anymore, or if I should start packing my bags.
To all of you who kept me in their thoughts and prayed for me, I thank you. Now, let my judgement day come...
Waiting for this meeting is no different. Only this antisipation has lasted for at least two days. Whenever I ate something, my stomach knotted even tighter, making me sick. Even now when I write this, my breakfast is threatening to come out and say hello. Antisipation doesn't do this situation justice. Fear is a better word for it.
Ever since my last post, several of you have come out to support me and share your concern. Its moments like this where you realize how many people are on your side. Even as I was typing this, my roommate Grant texed me, saying good luck with your meeting. For this, I am greatful.
If I go on or not, I will bear this in mind what Dad said to me. I stated that I was sick of telling people where the bathroom was several times a day. I grumbled that the least they could do was look at the map. Dad was not satisfied with my attitude towards lost guests.
"YOU are the map!" he said to me last night. "Shame on you for hiding your light! Shame on you for hiding it under a bushel!"
Now that I think about it, thats why Disney hires us in the first place: to be a light for others when they are lost, even when it is simply to point out where the bathroom is.
To all my fellow cast members: quit grumping about the guest! There is a reason why you wear that costume! Disney has made you a light to others. You are doing people a great service when you point out where to get food, how to get drinks, and yes, even pointing out where the restroom is. You are there to help people. The sooner you square with that, the sooner you will find that your job is more satisfying.
Waiting is the worst part. The fear that has engulfed me is a terrible burden. The sooner 11:30 comes the better. Thats when I go in to see my manager. To see if they need my help anymore, or if I should start packing my bags.
To all of you who kept me in their thoughts and prayed for me, I thank you. Now, let my judgement day come...