And if I hear one more,
“but you’re at Disney” comment because I’m upset, I’ll fucking ram a pogo stick up your ass.
I am at Disney, and it’s incredible/beautiful here, but I hardly have time to BE at Disney, besides working at Disney, I deal with the rudest people, the rudest. People yelling at me because I’m new, and people bitching me out and threatening to call the supervisor, people throwing their shit on the floor, and yelling at their kids, and the worst mothers ever.
I mean, my upper coordinators think I am good at handling the guests and stuff, but god, it wears me down because sometimes, they come back just to fuck with me.
I love making the kids happy, and the few grown ups happy. But when I walk around and see my cast members so unhappy, it’s depressing.
And I hear about the drama in the place, I just want to avoid it all. Disney is a lot of work, I see more than two thousand of people a day, and this is the slow season. My body hurts, and I’ve hardly been living the Disney magic, I’ve been creating it, which is amazing, but I’m not getting it myself.
and the fact that we have to bus everywhere out here, is killing me. Waking up two/three hours before my shift is fucking ridiculous, but I have to do it, obviously, and I’m going to do it. But doesn’t mean I have to be fucking happy about it.
Going to Disney World when you’re broke is pointless, and I don’t get discounts on food, but I do on merch, but when you have NO money, it’s pointless. And my back is in pain every time I get off work, and my feet are throbbing, and when I have to work the next day, I’m not going to spend hours walking and standing in a park.
Not to mention, hardly having food when I get home…not cool. :(
My guest I meet, will never know I’m unhappy though. I never let it show.
