Can I Get a Health Inspector?

I have to get up in three and a half hours for work but there is one issue that has been pressing me for years and I have to get it off my chest so allow me to vent for a minute. Our entire lives we are constantly being told to wash our hands before we eat, after we play outside, etc. And ESPECIALLY after using the rest room. As if your mother telling you every day wasn't enough, there are signs posted everywhere. Besides, if you really knew exactly what was crawling all over your hands, you wouldn't want to put them anywhere near your face or anything else. By now it should pretty much be common sense to wash your hands often. So here is my question. Why do I seem to be the only one with a bottle of soap next to my sink while everyone else (and I am using the term "everyone" loosely, for I know that my family and many of my friends use soap as well) does not? When I see that someone has had the same bottle of soap sitting next to his or her sink for several months with the level never changing, should I assume that I am having to replace mine more often because more is being used by said person? Or am I really the only one washing up on a regular basis? If that is the case, I am absolutely appalled. On the other hand, why should I have to continually provide soap for these other people? Whichever it is, I wish they would clean up their act!

Toy Story 3

GO SEE IT! That's all I have to say really. It absolutely surpassed my already very high expectations. Creating a third movie that must rise at least to the level of two already phenomenal works is not an easy endeavor, but John Lasseter and his team certainly managed to pull it off. GO SEE IT. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll want to watch it again and again. Amazing.

Just Remember....

La La La LAAAAAAA!!!!

So Saturday was my 23rd birthday and I guess being an "adult" means you still have to go to work.... from 6:30am-5pm! While I would have loved the day off, it's hard to complain about spending the day at Disney, even if it is on the job. I still had a wonderful day surrounded by many friends so it wasn't too bad. I spent the night celebrating with several people for dinner and drinks. Nothing too crazy, right? Welllll.....

My only reason for writing anything about the day (because the other stuff is pretty boring) is to try to explain what happened as we were leaving the restaurant... although I am not sure I will be able to do the situation any justice.

Ok, here goes. Right before we left, everyone stood up around the table, creepily held hands, and sang "Happy Birthday" to me. People stared, people clapped, someone was probably crying. Typical. Well as we are walking out, a girl sitting at a table with maybe 10 people declares that she has something to say to me. I would like to preface this with the face that she was wearing a comically ridiculous balloon tiara on her head. We all gather around her as she closes her eyes and starts to sing. She begins very softly and we think she is a legit singer and this is going to be an amazing performance. WRONG! Her rendition sounded like it was being sung by a flock of dying birds, a band of Wookies, and a swarm of angry banshees. She crescendo-ed to piercing decibels and resonated throughout the entire restaurant. By this time everyone was staring, people were laughing, and I don't doubt that many were annoyed. Half of my group had to walk out because they couldn't handle what was happening before them, the other half stayed with me to witness the entirety of her performance. We hoped she wasn't serious because none of us could contain ourselves. I nearly peed and had tears streaming down my face from laughing so hard. We eventually made our way out the door, each struggling more and more than the last, convulsing in laughter. This continued for several minutes as we just kept asking each other, "WHAT just happened?!?!" Happy birthday to me.

Workin' It

Oops. I failed again on keeping this thing updated.... People may think that working at Disney World is the easiest job in the world. And while it may be true that being an entertainment performer doesn't exactly require a great expenditure of mental activity every second of the day, we all work extremely hard. This is no 9:00-5:00 job. My days have started at 4:30am and gone as late as 2:30am. I typically work 6 days a week. Battling the intense heat and humidity alone is enough to take down the weak, not to mention the layers of hot, heavy clothing we swaddle ourselves in and balance on our heads. The sun boils our brains and forces us to rely on muscle memory to get through each show and parade. This is definitely no ordinary job. People think we are crazy and I might have to agree with them... But down here, we are all crazy together and it keeps life interesting. I love my job and wish everyone could experience just a taste of it because that is the only way anyone can truly understand what we do and why we do it. The fact of the matter is once we step out from behind the gate and click into performance mode, nothing can take away from the lit up faces of awe and admiration from the guests. I am and forever will be an entertainer, whether or not I am at Disney. No one can ever take that away from me.