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The Little Mermaid

The Happily Ever After

Well I guess the Journal deserves a conclusion of My Very Last Day/s, even if I would rather be back in Vista writing this. OK, so I'm currently able to use DECENT internet from my amazingly comfortable double bed, but right now I would give that, the bacon sandwiches, the roast I'm to have tonight, just to be back there for a little bit longer...

Still, I can't, so might as well get on with the update.

Wednesday: Last day at work! I did pretty much all my clothes packing, leaving my wardrobe depressingly empty, then got the F Bus in uniform for the Very Last Time. Got into work and had to exchange some presents so snuck out into Princess room to find Amy already finished and doing her present shopping, Jordan skiving off being a line guide, and Charlotte away from her register. The last day had officially begun. Did all my exchanges then went to pawn them off onto Amy so I didn't have to drag them to Buffalo's later that night. Got a fair few stickers from Charlotte then went to clock in for the Last Ever Time. Hung about in the break time for as long as possible before getting my last assignment, putting me in good old Carnival. Was working with Stewart at first, though, and then Marie, so that was cool. I think they were being nice to us on our last day, and not making us work with all the new CPs with all their questions. (Seriously, I know I'd worked with tills before so was slightly more used to the system, but they do seem to ask a ridiculous amount of questions with Very Obvious answers. There is No Need). Anyway few hours whizzed by as there was barely time to think- trade seems to have perked up again. Unfortunately this meant no time to make the most of it being our last day by doing naff all.

Then came break and my last trip to cast McDonalds for mm-mm Chicken Strips. My arteries are probably half as wide as when I started working here... Managed to stretch out breaktime over a good 45 minutes or so of break with Claire, Rachel, Krystina, Raul and later Artan all there. Most of whom were not actually on break. WOD really does suck your work ethic from you. Went back downstairs to be told by Ena that I was closing registers, which means I can't remember who my Last Guest Ever was, as I was more excited about going on break at the time and thought I'd be back on registers later. Still, time flies when you're closing so that was fine. Was really weird though as at one point I was out back counting registers then half of the ICP crew leaving came in to clock out. Charlotte was actually in tears, bless her. It was really, really surreal, watching them leave for the last time. And then all they got from a manager was 'well... good luck... been nice having you... we'll miss you... bye'. The other day Robert (another of the umpteen managers we have here) said good luck and bye to Ben and Jennifer who are leaving on Thursday. The looks exchanged between the rest of us could kill. I think he noticed. Oh well.

So, pulled a couple more registers and then the store proved too busy to take any more, so Lynette took me out back for my final evaluation. She was all like 'I can't believe you're going, I thought you had longer, etc', and then was really sweet about how well I'd done at the job, how good I was with guests, etc. I think she may have me confused with someone else, but not complaining as my overall evaluation came out as 'exceeds expectations', which is quite impressive considering my 45 minute breaks and Disney Expectations from customer service. I'll certainly be making sure future employers see it from now on anyway! (Also, how I got 'meets expectations' for attendance I'll never know considering I got my first reprimand for skiving on Sunday (4 days of in 30 days- you're allowed 3)... Although apparently only getting one reprimand is a pretty good achievement for ICPs, so score!)

Finally finished the day on doors in EDR (not quite as fun (or bad, depending on how you look at it) as being on doors in one of the other rooms as there are less people begging you to get in that you get to turn down for being so silly as to think that we'll make a special exception for them, and let them in 1 1/2 hours after store close. Read the opening times people!). Then Rachel and I both finished. Clocking out for the last time was weird. I printed off my last ever bump out slip, and the last ever picture of Mickey saying 'Thank you for helping make the magic', said goodbye to a few people, and then that was it. Out the door for the last time. Goodbye WOD. Much as I moaned about how much I couldn't be bothered with work, the hours, the guests... a lot of stuff... I'm really going to miss that place. Especially the people. But trying to put on a brave face, the two of us went off to Buffalo to meet up with the lucky ones who finished earlier. I was able to leave my sexy $20 Wal*Mart trainers in the Cast Building changing room which felt a little weird. Had to pay $10 to get into Buffalo because we're u-21 for ONE HOUR of bar time left. I hate being under 21- one plus about being back in the UK I suppose. Buffalo was much fun, with pretty much all of the work crew being there, and Charlotte and Amy dancing along to Spice Up Your Life... a good way to finish our last night as Disney Cast Members. Went home to Vista on the F bus for the last time, said goodbye to Darren, which was weird as it didn't feel like a 'we may never see you again' type goodbye at all, more of a 'we'll see you tomorrow, but say nice things right now anyway'. Sad though, as while he's a Brit at heart, he now goes to university in Utah so we're pretty much guaranteed to never see him again. I hate goodbyes.

Thursday morning came all too soon. Picked up our Last Ever Paychecks bright and early (I got up at 8 to do this. 8. Ridiculous) then went to cast them at Vista Credit Union. Got a nice amount of money. However, most of this went on last minute purchases, as our (Heather, Charlotte T's, mine and Alicia's, anyway) next stop was Magic Kingdom to soak up the atmosphere one last time. Went on the front seat of the monorail, naturally, got another co-pilot's license (I'll be a fully fledged monorail driver one day), and then roamed the Kingdom. First we got photos taken infront of the castle- the obligatory Tinkerbell in hand photo (which they must have suddenly just made possible for everyone again, as up until recently you had to beg them to do it for you), and then a photo of us jumping outside the castle which has to be my favourite photo of the entire trip. One of the photopass people even commented on how cute an idea it was when we went to get them printed off afterwards. Maybe I have a new career ahead in photopass photography? Actually, that would be pretty cool. Now all I need is my green card.

We then went to Pinnochio's Village House for some pizza (SO good), then went to Toontown to see if the photos had come out yet. They hadn't. Went to Tomorrowland so Alicia could get her book back from her workmates (it's like a tradition to buy an autograph book and get all your friends to write in it so you can read back over their messages and tear up in years to come). We then backtracked to Fantasyland for a round on the teacups, some of Mrs. Pott's ice-cream, and Philharmagic as our Last Ride, which signalled the start of the last day tears. We then went to Fronteirland, where Heather sent Alicia into Splash to buy her some Splash Mountain pyjamas (she worked in the photo shop there, and didn't want to go in herself and have to say goodbye again, understandably). Then it was a last look at Fronteirland before we made our way to Main Street (ie The Emporium) and did some last minute shopping both there and in the photopass shop. And then it was time to go. By this time we were running later that we'd intended, and had graduation in two hours, so decided to get a taxi as the A bus can take an hour to get us home and much changing and preparing was needed for our last night together! So we got back to Vista quickly enough and it was time for a quick shower and general change, before heading off to the Commons for our Graduation.

Graduation basically involved getting our social security numbers, a certificate, free drinks and of course OUR GRADUATION EARS/ meeting Graduation Mickey. But after that we felt a bit crowded, so after much photo taking we decided it was about time to head off to Magic Kingdom. Got ourselves to Chatham to find an A Bus waiting, and a whole crew- people I haven't seen properly since the airport, etc- got on it. We got to Magic Kingdom just in time for Spectro, but seeing as none of us are really fans of that parade we made the most of it by using the time to get our names embroided (for free- they must've lost so much profit that night!) on the back of our hats, get some more photopass photos/ fudge/ ice cream, etc. And then it was time to get into position for Wishes...

My God, I know Wishes makes you cry, but not that much. At first it was a few tears trickling down my face. But then that damn Hercules song started playing. I can go the distance. And that was it. We (well, Charlottes I and T, myself and Alicia- Heather and other Charlotte (these were the only members of the group we hadn't managed to lose by this point!- were stoical and just watched the fireworks, goddam them) were pretty much hysterical. Really, really sad. And then we all split up for a last time as Charlotte I wanted some photos infront of the castle, but Charlotte T wanted some last minute gifts, so we headed our separate ways, myself with Charlotte T. We made our way through the Emporium for the last time, and then ended up in the centre of Town Square, right at the bottom of Main Street. And for ages we just stood there, silent, staring at the castle at the top of main street, where it all began. It was just too hard to turn around quite yet. But eventually, and strangely in unison (it really was a very surreal night) we made our way out under the railroad for the very last time, back to the reality of the joyless queue to get out of the park. Our very last monorail ride to the TTC, our very last A Bus (and any bus) trip home, and a silent walk back to our apartments. I then sat in my apartment for ages, not wanting it to be the next day because that meant it was time to go home. Unfortunately the need for sleep eventually won out, and bedtime it was.

Friday rolled around. I got up early, did my last minute packing in a mad rush. Cleaned out the apartment and was informed that our transport had arrived an hour early, which made the rush even madder. Then people started leaving our apartment so it was a huge last hug goodbye, which was horrible, and then another dash around to make sure we had everything. Said goodbye to my sexy costume, then had a last look around 3408 before dragging our suitcases to the clubhouse- a much easier task than the first time as I'd swapped the broken ones with the parentals for working ones when they'd visited. And then it was our final goodbyes with those who were going on later flights or off visiting other areas of the country- the Amys, Karen, Kate, Charlotte I. That was horrible, especially Amy considering how much time we've spent together both in and out of WOD the last few weeks. And then it was time to leave Vista for the very last time :(

Thankfully, for us checking in went smoothly. I feel so sorry for anyone who was supposed to be on the later Gatwick flight as it was delayed for 24 hours because of technical faults- pretty shocking for a major company like Virgin IMO, especially as there must be so many people on there needing to get back for school/uni tomorrow, let alone normal work. Charlotte T, Heather, Alicia, Danielle, Charlotte C and I all waited around together in the airport lounge until it was time for Charlotte T and I to go and wait for our flight to board. More horrible, horrible goodbyes. But we found Jordan in the waiting area for our flight and planned the story that Charlotte's to sell to the Daily Mail for NO LESS than £30,000 should he fulfill his dream of being on BB9 next year. Affair on the catwalk and amongst the snowglobes in Cindy's Closet. You read it here first.

Leaving everyone at the airport was so hard- I kinda felt sorry for all our parents as we were all in floods of tears about having to be home, not quite the welcome they'd expected, I'm sure! England is so COLD. And so GREY. I swear the view from our house was not so dull before I left, but apparently nothing's changed. It was enough to make me want to jump right back on the next plane to Orlando. At that point I could work for $6.67 for the rest of my life, so long as I could escape this place. Unfortunately immigration would have something to say about that, so I'm still here...

And that was that. Amy's Disney Adventure came to an ending. And she lived happily ever after...

The End
Part Of Your World

Almost there

It's my last ever shift at good ol' WOD today. And you know what, I think I'm actually going to be quite upset when I leave. Despite the 10-hours-as-standard shifts, the working until 2am most nights, how disorganised the managers are, how stupid some people can be ("Do you sell toy lemurs?" has to be one of my favourites. Just normal Lemurs with no Disney theming to them or anything... Oh, and "Where's the black duck? Daffy?"/ "Do you sell Universal Studios tickets here?" rank quite highly. We may be the biggest Disney store in the world, but the 'Disney' part of that description is fairly important, oddly enough...). But the fact is, I've met some absolutely ace people while working here, that made coming into work every day barable- and actually fun a lot of the time. I'm actually really going to miss our super-long-breaks, random trips to the cast McDonalds because bagels went funny before you got to them, 40 minute waits for the F bus after finishing at 2am, often while surrounded with drunkards from House of Blues/PI (Pleasure Island for those not in the know, the strip of clubs Disney owns. Currently 21+ and apparently going to 18+ on the 1st September. Rubbish...) who don't understand that after a 2 o'clock finish you're really not that interested in speaking (well, listening) to them and their Amazing Drunken Tales. Most of all I'm just going to miss the general banter and chat that went down- when you end up spending five or six days a week, up to 10 hours a day with the same people you really do get pretty damn close to them...

And that all ends tonight. I probably won't even get any of my breaks at the same time as people today as I'm on reg (no choice in when I go) AND I only get one break because it's a six hour shift. Rubbish. Apart from the six-hour shift part. Still, off to Buffalo after, even if it's only for an hour, and EVERYONE should be there so that'll be fun/ interesting (from what it sounds like, Bufallo= extreme intoxication so I'm sure everyone'll be a bit of a state by the time I'm there.)

I don't want it to be the end. If I hadn't got it into my head that Friday is It, and if it was possible on our visa (which it isn't) I would so extend right now. Providing everyone else was, anyway- I can't imagine being here without all the people I've met. I don't want to leave here and them at all. Oh God, I'm going to be such a state tomorrow, I can see it!

Anything else to report? Um, Friday= work from 3:30- 2. It was alright though, as 2 hours of 'Basics Training' was involved, which was basically going through the Four Disney Basics (I project a positive image and energy/ I am courteous and respectful to all guests, including children/ I stay in character and play the part/ I go above and beyond) and saying how we could achieve each one. To be honest, it was a bit of a waste of time considering people in the UK would give you seriously odd looks if you used Disney Standard Customer Service over there, and by this point we only had five scheduled shifts left, it was still better than being on register for an extra two hours and was actually a bit of a laugh.

Saturday? Haha, Saturday every single ICP leaving today (with the except of one- and no, that wasn't me) came down with a mysterious illness/ had some personal crisis. Strange coincidence. To solve my personal crisis I laid by the pool/ went to Olive Garden with Heather and Charlotte, went to visit Amy/Kate/etc who were playing beer pong (more like vodka pong) but didn't join in because I'm too good/ was knackered, then went back to Charlotte's, where she, Heather and I decided to test out the coloured hot chocolate she'd bought (pink/purple/blue, with the princesses on the front). Tip: never buy it. Ever. Or if you do, use it for decorative purposes only (the boxes are pretty cute). It tastes like warmed-up-gone-off milk. Yum. Still, was a really nice evening. Despite being in the midst of a personal crisis/ have a severe illness.

Of course on Sunday there was some biteback at work, but, thankfully, all in good humour. One of the product managers, Jim, was convinced we'd all been at a party (the fact that Claire, an English ICP but here until January, had ERed yesterday did not help the situation...) and kept asking us how our heads were/ what had been our drink of choice the night before. Apparently one of the managers had been so convinced that we'd be living it up in Vista that they were just about ready to get in their car and drive over to us to catch us all at it. Oh how I'd've loved it if they had done and found nothing. Mwhaha. Worked 1-11 on GHN (hats & t-shirts) stock, which was alright, but something of a pain in the arse considering all the novelty hats that you have to have a photo in are there, and of course they get seriously messed up. I could've spent my whole night walking around that stand putting everything back in its 'rightful' place. I didn't, because that would not have been fun, but I could have done.

Monday. More work. Only 7-2 though, so I went last minute shopping in Downtown Disney beforehand. Then found out that Ben had kindly obliged to my request and put me in Princess. Yay. Not so yay? I was in Zone 3 on my own. Zone 3 now has a whole wall of High School Musical merchandise. High School Musical is HUGE. Wall got messy. And I was having to get all my own stock as none of the scanners were working, which takes at least half an hour at a time off the shop floor. So I'd be whizzing around upstairs, bringing the stock down, tidying what I could, running around getting the stock out, going back upstairs, etc, etc, for the whole shift. I don't think I've ever worked so hard in my life! But it looked alrihgt in the end, so never mind.

Then yesterday I lay in, before lounging by the pool for a couple of hours, where Amy and Charlotte T joined me. Worked 3:30-2 in Magic (Home goods) which was slow, so I passed the time by spending about 45 minutes at a time getting stock from upstairs. And some slightly-long breaks as well. Oh, and every room seemed to be done by about 1:15 so we ended up going round the store doing the obligatory tourist poses. In costume. They are some super-flattering photos.

And today? It's time to pack before my last day in Disney tomorrow... I actually can't believe how fast it's all come around; it really doesn't seem like long since we all met in the sports bar in Gatwick, no idea of what to expect. And now it's almost all over. 10 weeks gone just like *that*.

That's it, I'm hijacking Cinderella's castle and living there forever. So long as nobody tells immigration it'll be alright, I'm sure. You can all come visit me in my luxury pad and everything... Ace for parties. Pretty good view, I can imagine.

Better go get my bags sorted for it still, though. I don't know if I'll have a chance to update again before I get home as tomorrow's set to be pretty hectic, and then I'm out of here by 11 on Friday so this is most likely it until you get a depressed "I'm home" message on Saturday. So until then

Have a magical day, y'all