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[January 13th, 2010] |
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Well, I still work for Disney. I haven't gotten any more suspensions for coming to work drunk, which just goes to show you that they don't really pay attention. Considering it's nearly a weekly occurence. I'm thinking that this coming Summer will by last year as Prince Charming. If I even make it that far. I just don't know how much more of the 'happiest place on Earth' that I can handle. Besides, there are other ... things I'd like to do that clearly go against the rules if you're an employee. So. Yeah.
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[April 30th, 2009] |
I guess it's a bad thing when you drink so much that you nearly get yourself fired, isn't it? Fuck. Went to work yesterday completely lit because I thought it'd be easier just to stay up all night after partying rather than attempting to get some sleep and apparently I was very very very wrong. Got sent home and given a three day suspension and got told if I ever did it again, that I shouldn't bother coming back to the park.
Oh. And I completely forgot that I had one of these things.
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[March 7th, 2009] |
My twenty-fifth birthday has come and gone, if you count the years that I've been alive anyways. Being born on the leap year is a bunch of bullshit. According to my birth certificate, I'm only six years old. Do I look like a six year old to anybody? I was born February 29th, 1984, a couple of minutes before midnight making my life a living hell. My parents refuse to celebrate my birthday on any day but the 29th of February so I never got a card or a phone call this year saying happy birthday. At least my brother Sam didn't let me down. Thanks for the stripper, always a pleasure.
At work they have this weird thing they do with all of the employees. If you're a character actor, they announce to everyone that it's your character's birthday that day. Since my birthday is the 29th, they made the announcement of it being 'Prince Charming's birthday' on both the 28th and the 1st. I had all of these little kids coming up to me and wishing me a happy birthday, giving me hugs, asking me how old I was. Why can't they just give out cupcakes like any ordinary job would and let you pretend that the day doesn't exist? Oh, now I remember, because it's Disney! Crap.
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[February 15th, 2009] |
Work has been insane this past week because Matt has called off sick for most of it. Without him there to do the character dinners, I was forced to step in. That meant I was responsible for both the luncheon and the dinners for three days on top of walking around the park and riding in the parade at night. Sometimes, I like my job well enough, but other times I detest it and wonder how in the hell I ever got roped into working at Disney in the first place.
I guess I should at least be thankful for having Sundays off since it gives me the opportunity to get out and do things both on Saturday nights and Sunday during the day. I went to the bar with my roommate last night and got completely wasted. Shit always tastes so good going down but not so great coming back up when you're hugging porcelain at four in the morning. The aftermath is never pretty and the hangover I could do without, especially since I still haven't found a worthy cure for it. I'm open to suggestions if anybody has any.
The throbbing in my head didn't stop me from driving to Anaheim today and watching my brother play. Not sure I brought any good luck with me though since the team lost 8 to 4 against the Thrashers. Sam was pretty pissed off about that whole thing but the Ducks can't be expected to win every game and they aren't exactly noted for winning that often either.
Stella finally stumbled her way across my journal after she caught me discussing the entire online experience with a few people in the commisary two weeks ago. Dealing with her every day at work is not enough time for her to torture me in or so it seems. I think that it has more to do with her having no life outside of the park than anything else, but who am I to judge. If her only means of amusement is to make her cynical comments on everybody's journal I feel sad for her except not really. She hasn't done anything to deserve anyone's pity as far as I can tell.
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[January 8th, 2009] |
This is how I spend my rhythmless days. Trust me when I tell you that it looks like a lot more fun than it is ........ especially when you pick a kid who hasn't felt well all day and you end up wearing whatever they ate for lunch.
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[January 1st, 2009] |
What the fuck happened last night? I woke up on the kitchen floor at like ..... one. Could have been later than that. I remember waking up and puking on the floor at some point. Guess I passed out again after that. No idea where my clothes and keys are. Happy fucking New Year.
Anybody got any aspirin?
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