Tag: Chaos

  • It’s the Final Countdown

    It’s the Final Countdown

    It’s officially been one month since I’ve started (consistently) blogging. And now that I have more than three posts up, I’ve begun to notice a pattern, which is basically that I write about two things: minor life updates and various media opinions. 

    Well, the last two weeks have been about movies and TV, so I figured today I would give everyone a break from my Star Wars takes and instead make this a life update post. And, unlike last week, I do actually have updates now. 

    The main thing is that my Disney College Program is almost over. I’m planning on making a post about my complete experience on the program, so look forward to that. But for now, we’ll stick to recent events. 

    Now that I only have three weeks left on my program (it will be two by the time I post this), I’ve started to actually think about life post-program, which includes everything from trying to find a job to trying to fit [redacted] amount of merch in the one suitcase and one carry-on I brought with me in August. 

    These are both equally difficult and impossible struggles. And yet, I persevere. 

    In the midst of my program ending, I’m still trying to squeeze as many experiences into these last few weeks as I can. And experiences I have gotten indeed, both planned and unplanned. So, here’s a list of four things that have happened to me in the past week-ish. 

    1. I earned my Master’s Mouseter’s 🐭

    The Disney College Program is often described as a split between earning and learning. Basically, you are both working at Disney World (earning), but also have the opportunity to take a wide variety of classes (learning) that range from Disney Heritage to Improv. Through gaining a certain number of learning hours or taking certain classes/multi-week series, DCP participants are eligible for different “certificates” such as a Mouseter’s, a Daisy Degree, a Ducktorate, Goofy Graduate, all the way up to Sorcerer’s List for over 200 learning hours. 

    There are some people who do the DCP while also being a full-time college student. There are some who do the DCP and get over 200 learning hours from Disney. There are some that do both. I do not know how these people function. 

    I’ve taken a few Disney classes here and there (you may remember the Improv class), and they’ve all been great. As a storytelling company, Disney offered many classes that aligned with my interests, such as a class where we got to listen to a panel of show writers. I also signed up for a multi-week series called “The Magic of Storytelling,” and this was how I got my Mouseter’s. 

    Basically, I just showed up for each class and that was the only requirement, haha. But it was a really interesting class. There were many guest speakers with super cool jobs that were fascinating to hear about, and it really expanded my knowledge of the creative careers that are out there. 

    This series wasn’t really academic; it was more of an exploration of how Disney uses different storytelling methods in all of their media and parks. Something that I realized when I started my in program was that while I was very familiar with Disney’s storytelling in their films/the Pixar formula, I was less familiar with the storytelling in the Disney parks. In this class we learned a lot about how imagineers and storytellers use theming and forced perspective to immerse guests in each “land.” It was also interesting to hear how they translated many lands and attractions for the international parks. 

    So anyway, now I’m trying to figure out how to include a “Mouseter’s” degree on my resume…more to come. 

    Now, this class isn’t the only learning I’ve gotten to experience recently…

    1. I got a backstage tour of Animal Kingdom’s Kilimanjaro Safaris
    The tour group; I’m in the back

    Continuing on with the learning theme, another fun opportunity that the college program offers is backstage tours of almost every attraction in the parks. Sign-ups for these tours drop randomly, and they can only take 20-ish people on each one (and there’s like 10,000 DCP participants) so they’re really hard to get into. I’ve been trying since I got here in August and had basically given up on ever getting to do one, but then one day I opened the app and Kilimanajaro Safaris was open! It’s one of my favorite attractions, so I signed up immediately. 

    Now, this whole day was very cool but also kind of a fever dream. First of all, the bus that took us to Animal Kingdom had a barely functioning AC. Now, this was not an ideal situation for a bus ride in Florida summer, but it was really early in the morning, and the sun wasn’t at full force yet. Eventually we made it to Animal Kingdom, a little sweaty but still mostly in high spirits. 

    The tour was scheduled to start at 8:30 in the morning, so it was early, but not too bad. Most of these tours start at like 5:30 in the morning. Which is, like, when I go to bed sometimes. 

    Anyway, we showed up at 8:30am and found out that somehow, someone had messed up the times, and the tour was actually supposed to start at 7:30am. Our guide didn’t seem too concerned about it though; he ended up just giving us a more truncated version of the experience. 

    It was still really cool! We got to learn a lot about the history of the Africa section of Animal Kingdom and found all of the hidden Mickeys, of course. After that, we got to go on the safari trucks and get a look at the backstage areas of the safari, including a giant field where all of the food for the animals is grown. It is bigger than the entirety of the Magic Kingdom. 

    And of course we got to see the animals as well. 

    Now, once the tour was over, we all headed back to the bus stop. And lo and behold, what bus was waiting for us but the same one we had taken in the morning. Except now, it was almost noon. The sun was fully out, and it was 90-something degrees. 

    As the bus pulled up, a bunch of sweaty cast members piled out. One guy said something along the lines of: “I opened all the windows for you guys; it’s terrible in there.” 

    Sure enough, we walked onto the bus, and there was no AC at all. 

    The bus ride home was hot. I don’t think I’ve ever been more uncomfortable in my life. If the windows hadn’t been opened, I don’t think we would have made it back. 

    But we did, and as soon as I got into my apartment I collapsed onto the couch and stayed horizontal for many hours, until I left for my shift later that evening. 

    That night, I didn’t get back to my apartment until after midnight, and ended up sleeping until 2pm the next day. 

    Good times. 

    1. I got a new identity 

    Which is just a clickbait-y way of saying I lost my name tag. And unfortunately, I was not wise enough to listen to the advice of the seasoned cast members who told me to get more than one name tag at the beginning of my program. In my defense, my one name tag survived to almost the end of my program! 

    I had to go and get a loaner tag, and so now I have a new identity for the next week: 

    Nice to meet you everyone, I’m Chris from Orlando

    The funny thing about wearing a name tag that does not have your real name on it is that most of the time, you aren’t thinking about it at all, until a guest says, “Thanks Chris!” after you check them out at the register. 

    And then you get to have a whole identity crisis because now there are real people walking around in the real world thinking they just interacted with someone named Chris. And you don’t feel like a Chris but that person seemed to accept that your name was Chris, no questions asked. And so you go about the rest of your day, catching glimpses of yourself in windows and mirrors with “Chris” pinned right above your heart…some people would lose their head if it wasn’t attached; I would apparently lose my identity if it wasn’t pinned to my shirt. 

    Anyway, my new name tag comes in a week–just in time for the end of my program–and thank goodness because any longer and I might have had to write a post about names and identity, and that just sounds like a lot of work and research.

    And it would’ve probably given me flashbacks to certain EU chapels…

    1. Everything AND the kitchen sink

    As my program comes to an end, I’ve been trying to check a bunch of “bucket list” items off my list. It’s mostly different foods, and I finally got the orange milkshake I’ve been eyeing for the last few weeks: 

    Orange shake, hallelujah

    It’s the most orangest orange thing I’ve ever had (those who know me know I can’t describe flavors). And it is perfection. My favorite milkshake in the parks used to be the chocolate shake at Auntie Gravity’s in Magic Kingdom, but this is the new #1. 

    This shake was part of my last visit to EPCOT’s Flower and Garden festival, which was also on my bucket list. I think out of all the festivals, it ranks 3rd. Food and Wine is 2nd, and Festival of the Arts is officially my favorite. But I’m definitely not biased from working there or anything… 

    Anyway, Flower and Garden is also cool. They definitely have better food than FOTA, for what it’s worth. Besides the orange shake, I also tried a mango bubble tea and poke bowl that were both delicious. 

    And, in the midst of all the resort hopping, park days, (and mostly food sampling), I also conquered one more bucket list item: 

    Behold: the Kitchen Sink

    My roommates and I went to Beaches and Cream and got the famous “Kitchen Sink.” Eight scoops of ice cream, every topping, and a whole can of whipped cream. 

    Just an FYI, when you do this, they turn on siren lights in the restaurant and then the cast members loudly announce that you have decided to try to eat the entire kitchen sink.  

    And I am pleased to report: we did, in fact, finish the whole thing 💪

    Good soup 😋

    Anyway, I hope you’ve enjoyed this little life update! I’ve had a lot of fun during these last weeks of my program, but it has also been very chaotic. Re: the procrastination, my time spent on this blog is starting to look like one of those vague graphs with a scary downward slope: 

    I would have made my own graph but I am drafting this at 3am

    Maybe one day I’ll have more free time, but for now, you’ll have to make do with the ramblings of a sleep-deprived Disney College Program cast member. Lucky you 🙂 

    P.S. One more last-minute non-update: I saw a bunch of people posting those Spotify “party of the years” things, so I decided to check it out. Big mistake. If anyone wants to know what the first song I ever streamed was–too bad. I’m going to the grave with that information. 

    If you really want to know, the lowest offer I’ll accept is coincidentally the same number as the remainder of my student loans.

  • A Cascade of Chaos

    A Cascade of Chaos

    A couple weeks ago, I had one of the most crazy, chaotic, and calamitous shifts I’ve ever had so far on my Disney program. Like truly, it was one of those days that only happens when you think, “Huh, my life’s been going pretty good,” the day before.  

    Literally, nothing good happened the entire shift. Which was bad for me in the moment, but is now good for present-me, because I have something to blog about! See that’s the thing about a bad day: 

    Sometimes, there’s nothing you can do about it except get through it. 

    …and then maybe blog about it later. 

    As I was thinking about it, though, I was like “Well, I *could* write about it, but what would even be the takeaway, or the point?” 

    Well, dear reader, I have no idea. So let’s find out together. 

    I will say this is a rather funny story to me now, and I believe it also has some entertainment value, so here we go. 

    It all starts with the fact that for this particular shift, I was working outside of my home location (so not my regular stores in Disney Springs). I was scheduled to work in Candy Cauldron, a candy store on the complete opposite side of Disney Springs. I had worked a few shifts there in previous weeks, so I pretty much knew what to expect. 

    Or, at least, I thought I did. 

    The first thing you should know about this day is that the shirt I was wearing was about 4 sizes too big. This is due to the fact that costuming never has my size…ever. Luckily, the costume also has an apron that kind of hides the shirt, but here are some pictures just so you can visualize this more: 

    As you can see, this is the flowiest shirt I’ve ever worn. However, I’m pretty used to crazy getups:

    I love twinning with Goofy every day

    Anyway, I’m in a giant shirt but otherwise in a pretty good mood. I was running a few minutes behind, but I managed to catch the bus on time, and that was all that mattered. People on the DCP love to complain about the buses (I can’t judge; there have been a few times where I’ve gone on a bus rant), but overall I have loved living in a walkable area with public transportation. As someone who hates driving, bus drivers are some of my favorite people in the world. However, sometimes the actual buses themselves can be a bit of an issue. And on this particular day, that turned out to be the case. 

    We had made it over halfway to Disney Springs. The bus that I take to work stops at a couple of resorts as part of the route, with Disney Springs being the last stop. We made it to the first resort with no problem, but then, as the bus was pulling out of the parking lot, we stopped at the stop sign to get back on the road…and then we stayed stopped. 

    And stayed stopped some more. 

    A couple minutes later…still not moving. 

    Then, the bus driver stood up and turned around to face us. 

    This is not a good sign, I thought. 

    I took out my earbuds and looked at her. 

    The bus driver explained that the bus was not accelerating like it was supposed to, and that it currently could not go more than 20 miles per hour. Because of this, she didn’t think we would be able to make it to Disney Springs safely, so she was calling a repair crew to come look at it, and in the meantime, we would have to wait for the next bus. 

    Well, I thought, this is inconvenient, but considering this is my first time being late for work ever, it’s not a big deal.

    And it can’t really get worse than this. ← remember those words 

    There was a big commotion as the people around me decided what they were going to do. This was a bus of about probably 30-ish people. A large group decided to get off the bus and walk to the guest buses at the resort that would take them to Disney Springs. One person booked an Uber and announced that there were 5 seats available to whoever would want to split the cost, $6 per person. And so she and a group of 5 left the bus. So that left me and about 7 other people on the bus. 

    I decided that I was not going to pay to go to work. My shift was supposed to start at 5pm, and the next bus was scheduled to arrive at Disney Springs *at* 5pm, so at most I would probably be 10-15 minutes late, which is not the worst thing in the world. (Now, if this situation had occurred while I was in high school/college trying to make it to Band class, or any Band event really…shivers. There’s a chorus of “early is on time; on time is late; late is unacceptable” echoing through my head at the moment.) 

    Anyway, about 30 minutes later, the next bus arrived, and we were back on track and on our way to Disney Springs. Everything was starting to look up, except for the clouds, which upon our arrival to the Disney Springs bus stop, decided to pour down on us. 

    And, as the heavens were opening up, so were the bus doors. Time to walk to work. 

    Luckily, I had my umbrella. 

    Unluckily, my umbrella did not have me. 

    The rain was attacking me from all sides, and my tiny umbrella could only do so much. So, when I got to work, my hair looked *fabulous*…but the rest of me was completely soaked. 

    There wasn’t really anything I could do about that (I’d never brought an extra pair of socks to work before, but guess what you can always find in my bag now?) so I clocked in to work, about 13 minutes late. 

    The first hour or so of standing behind a register with squishy socks wasn’t the best feeling in the world…but after a while either my socks started drying or I was just becoming numb to the dampness (a win is a win). 

    And, I knew that once I got my break, I would be able to just sit and unwind. I’d never looked forward to staring off into the distance more. The store was busy, my socks were wet, and my pants were so heavy from the weight of the water that they would have been falling down were it not for my belt. But my break was coming soon, and I was sure that was when things would start to look up. Because (say it with me): 

    It can’t get much worse than this. 

    About two hours into my shift, I got my break. (Hooray!) But when I looked at the assignment paper, it said my break was only 15 minutes. (Not Hooray!)

    Basically, because I clocked in late, my shift was less than 6 hours, which is the cutoff time for a 30-minute break. So, because I happened to be working 5 hours and 47 minutes that day, I got a 15-minute break. And, after the time it took me to ask about my break and then walk to the breakroom (a 4-minute walk each way), I was left with…5 minutes.

    And I forgot to pack my lunch. 

    Ok, not great, but at least I’ll have time to sit down for a second. It can’t get much worse than this. 

    So, basically what went down was I walked to the breakroom, drank some water, sat down, listened to one song on my playlist, drank some more water, and then headed back out again. To work the last 3 hours and 45 minutes of my shift. 

    It was at this point that I stopped thinking “it can’t get much worse than this.”

    One: because I was pretty sure I was jinxing myself, and

    Two: because I was actually starting to imagine how much worse it could get. 

    Some more time went by, and now it was later in the evening. The crowds were starting to dwindle, which was good in some ways (I don’t really know how much more human interaction I had left in me) but bad in other ways (I was left just staring into the distance, contemplating…everything). 

    And as I was contemplating, I realized something. In the midst of all of my negative thoughts (this sucks, I’m wet, I’m tired, I want to go to bed, the DCP never mentioned *this* in their Instagram Reels), there was another, quieter voice in my head: 

    Just keep going. You’re almost done. This isn’t forever. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow is so soon. Tomorrow is literally in 15 minutes, actually. (Yes, it was almost midnight.)

    Once I started paying attention to that quieter voice, my other thoughts started to shift. And suddenly, nothing else that happened that night mattered. 

    Still had 30 minutes left in my shift?

    You’re almost there. Keep going. That’s only, like, 6 more Disney songs. 

    Bus a few minutes late picking us up? 

    That’s ok, the shift is over now. Relax. You’re almost home. Tomorrow will be better. 

    Getting home and taking off my shoes and realizing that yes, my socks were indeed still wet, and my hypothesis that I had just become numb to the dampness was correct? 

    Whatever, it’s okay, you can dry your shoes before your shift tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be better. 

    Washing and drying my feet and then having, like a whole sheet of dead skin flake off because of standing in wet shoes for 6 hours? (TMI, I guess.)

    No worries, that was a bit gross but you’re still alive, and yeah…that was actually kind of satisfying. 

    And finally, finally, I made it to the end of the night, and to bed. 

    Before I continue, I would just like to state that my feet (and I) are perfectly fine now. In case anyone was wondering. 

    Now, when I started writing this I mentioned I had no idea what the takeaways were. Well, now that I’ve relived my trauma, I *can* actually think of a few: 

    1. In middle school/high school, I remember my teachers would always talk about the importance of having a “growth mindset.” Not sure if this was the exact scenario they were trying to prepare me for…but it ended up coming in handy. So…there you go. I guess I do have *some* practical real life skills. (Or at least one, anyway.)
    1. I also remember something my mom used to say all the time, which was that you can’t always control your circumstances, but you *can* control your attitude. I always hated when she said that. I even kind of cringed just now as I wrote it. But she was right. I guess. Thanks, mom. 
    1. Some days are bad. But tomorrow is so soon. (And depending on when you are reading this, tomorrow could even be 15 minutes from now!) 

    On the bus ride home that night, I collapsed onto the seat, put in my earbuds, and stared blankly out the window. I honestly don’t even remember anything between getting on the bus and then shedding my foot skin. (Imagery is my favorite literary device, can you tell?) 

    Here’s the last thought I remember having: 

    Today sucked. Sometimes that happens, I guess. 

    Tomorrow will be better. 

    And it was. ☀️

    A rainbow over the Saratoga Springs parking lot. Not from the same day, unfortunately. That would be too poetic.