Tuesday, September 11, 2012

The beginning of the saga known as the days of the Mouse

As most people know I currently work for the Mouse. It's definitely an interesting experience. Since I haven't really been blogging lately let me take the chance to start catching everyone up on my crazy life.

Working for the Mouse is a very unique experience. I am absolutely certain that there will never be a job quite like it. I work at Disney's Polynesian Resort or the poly for short. I wear one of the most hideous sets of work clothes I have ever come across. Truly Disney has a thing about ridiculous and ill-fitting work clothes also known as costumes. I want to meet whoever they picked to model our work clothes after because wow they need to see a doctor. Their bodies are just not normal. About costumes and the poly that's Disney speak but we'll get into that another day, it's a post all to its self. The one thing we are absolutely known for is our service. We go beyond what almost anyone would ever be willing to do. Our "guests" come with the highest of expectations.

Not to mention if you're staying in my resort you've either spent 10 years saving for this trip or you have a maxed out credit card by the time you leave. Maybe that's why we have so many people that are half drunk at our resort, they're trying to ignore their bill. We also have the unique opportunity to make a real impression on people. There are guests that I get to know and I'm really able to help. They give me reason enough to lip read and use English. Which in case anyone was confused about this I can't stand oral English.

We make a difference in lives sometimes more than we know. One of my managers told me about a night she came into work. She'd had a long day and wasn't exactly feeling all Disney chipper but she helped a little boy have a wonderful night. She received an email a few weeks later from his Dad. His Dad wrote her to tell her how much of an impact she'd made on his son's life just before he died of cancer. Next post I'll talk more about some of the special people I work for. As a teaser I'll let you know about the manager that refers to my seizures as epicness.