pixie dust and plastic beer cups
it's been about three months now since i left disney... and i definitely have mixed feelings about it in retrospect. there's alot of things i miss about it, and alot that i'm glad to be rid of.
Things I Miss:
- being in the same country as, and way closer to my amazing girlfriend (this one is definitely what i miss the most)
- independence
- the good friends I had to say goodbye to every few months
- being able to go to the disney parks whenever I wanted *for free!*
- a job that paid $1k+/week in tips (in delicious US dollars)
- cheddar cheese soup, and maple barbecue filets with cream cheese mashed potatoes
- the most interesting, amazing, fun group of canadians i've ever had occasion to be a part of
- having a bedroom and bathroom to myself for about 6 months
- being able to wear t-shirts almost all winter
- CAST DISCOUNTS AND SALES!!
- my personnel # (00119240) and my POS login (23946)
- all the coke i could drink while i worked
- having mickey tell me "thank you for helping make the magic!" at the end of every shift
- tonnes of amazing restaurants of any cuisine you could ever want (and having the money to afford them)
- always having someone to go out with you to those restaurants, or even just for a drink (or five)
- $12 cases of beer
- american junk food, especially flamin' hot cheetos and jujy fruits
- No Ma'am (Canadian boys drinking club), quarters, flip cup, power hours
- not catching shit for staying up 'till 4-5 in the morning, and sleeping past noon
- having guests compliment me on my service, and having them leave satisfied with their meal
- walking around the world showcase or heading to japan for tempura on my lunch breaks
- fireworks every night
Things I Don't Miss:
- having to say goodbye to good friends every few months
- having to share a fridge/laundry facilities with 2-3 other people, and having them eat my fucking food/dump my fucking laundry on the floor
- having to share a bedroom and bathroom with another person for the *other* 6 months
- being expected to attend every pavilion function, even when they end up being 4-5 nights a week
- my room and clothes constantly smelling like whatever curry dish my Indian roommate made the night before
- disgusting piles of dishes filling up the sink, when there's a fucking dishwasher two feet away
- getting random bits of food stuck to my feet whenever i went into the kitchen of my apartment because my roommates were all slobs *shudder*
- the dryer that took about 3 full cycles to actually dry anything
- having to shave every day i worked, and not being allowed to dye my hair all year so i fit into the "disney look"
- sweating my nutsack off within 30 seconds of being outside in the summer
- ignorant norwegians, germans, and french walking/driving around the housing complex completely wrecked at all hours of the night/early morning yelling at the top of their lungs
- giuseppe, my asshole italian roommate for three months
- certain of my co-workers in the canadian pavilion, whose reasons for being there (let alone disney's reasons for hiring them) i will never understand
- asshole guests that aren't satisfied with their meals or service no matter what lengths you go to to accomodate them
- shitty tippers, especially when they seemed satisfied
- working 6 days a week, 50-60 hours/week because we were seriously understaffed at times (and there was no need for us to be)
- no recycling program whatsoever
there's not really anything i can say to sum it all up... i guess all that'll have to do. at very least, it gives you a little bit of an overview of what my experience was there... although the experience can be very much whatever you want it to be.
Things I Miss:
- being in the same country as, and way closer to my amazing girlfriend (this one is definitely what i miss the most)
- independence
- the good friends I had to say goodbye to every few months
- being able to go to the disney parks whenever I wanted *for free!*
- a job that paid $1k+/week in tips (in delicious US dollars)
- cheddar cheese soup, and maple barbecue filets with cream cheese mashed potatoes
- the most interesting, amazing, fun group of canadians i've ever had occasion to be a part of
- having a bedroom and bathroom to myself for about 6 months
- being able to wear t-shirts almost all winter
- CAST DISCOUNTS AND SALES!!
- my personnel # (00119240) and my POS login (23946)
- all the coke i could drink while i worked
- having mickey tell me "thank you for helping make the magic!" at the end of every shift
- tonnes of amazing restaurants of any cuisine you could ever want (and having the money to afford them)
- always having someone to go out with you to those restaurants, or even just for a drink (or five)
- $12 cases of beer
- american junk food, especially flamin' hot cheetos and jujy fruits
- No Ma'am (Canadian boys drinking club), quarters, flip cup, power hours
- not catching shit for staying up 'till 4-5 in the morning, and sleeping past noon
- having guests compliment me on my service, and having them leave satisfied with their meal
- walking around the world showcase or heading to japan for tempura on my lunch breaks
- fireworks every night
Things I Don't Miss:
- having to say goodbye to good friends every few months
- having to share a fridge/laundry facilities with 2-3 other people, and having them eat my fucking food/dump my fucking laundry on the floor
- having to share a bedroom and bathroom with another person for the *other* 6 months
- being expected to attend every pavilion function, even when they end up being 4-5 nights a week
- my room and clothes constantly smelling like whatever curry dish my Indian roommate made the night before
- disgusting piles of dishes filling up the sink, when there's a fucking dishwasher two feet away
- getting random bits of food stuck to my feet whenever i went into the kitchen of my apartment because my roommates were all slobs *shudder*
- the dryer that took about 3 full cycles to actually dry anything
- having to shave every day i worked, and not being allowed to dye my hair all year so i fit into the "disney look"
- sweating my nutsack off within 30 seconds of being outside in the summer
- ignorant norwegians, germans, and french walking/driving around the housing complex completely wrecked at all hours of the night/early morning yelling at the top of their lungs
- giuseppe, my asshole italian roommate for three months
- certain of my co-workers in the canadian pavilion, whose reasons for being there (let alone disney's reasons for hiring them) i will never understand
- asshole guests that aren't satisfied with their meals or service no matter what lengths you go to to accomodate them
- shitty tippers, especially when they seemed satisfied
- working 6 days a week, 50-60 hours/week because we were seriously understaffed at times (and there was no need for us to be)
- no recycling program whatsoever
there's not really anything i can say to sum it all up... i guess all that'll have to do. at very least, it gives you a little bit of an overview of what my experience was there... although the experience can be very much whatever you want it to be.