OH GEEZ. Yes. Everything I own is way too long. This is why I stopped wearing pants. Except now I work with small children and pants are helpful.
And I can, on certain styles. It’s just tedious. Usually I just turn and machine-stitch, for yea and verily, I am lazy.
never put any pants back on.
(also I took off five inches. FIVE INCHES. I can deny it no longer…I am small.)
I am so tired of the color red.
Fan fiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from scratch after a nuclear apocalypse by a band of brilliant pop-culture junkies trapped in a sealed bunker. They don’t do it for money. That’s not what it’s about. The writers write it and put it up online just for the satisfaction. They’re fans, but they’re not silent, couchbound consumers of media. The culture talks to them, and they talk back to the culture in its own language.
The Boy Who Lived Forever | Time Magazine (via dapper-hobbit)
Yes! Definitely smile a lot. And speak as clearly as you can. You’ll be nervous, but try. 🙂
And if you know what job you want, don’t be afraid to tell them. Disney job placement is kind of a crapshoot, and if you don’t know what you want, you’ll probably end up merchandise or quick service, and if that’s not what you want, you’ll be sad. So don’t be afraid to speak up! Tell them you want Magic Kingdom attractions, or Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boutique, or whatever, and if you can, tell them why.
But yeah! Good luck, Disney anon! May pixie dust shower down upon you! 😀
So yeah…me and my friend Tara and my sister Lindsay are all former CPs.
I think we need to start a blog where we can answer all Disney College Program related questions and stuff. And tell stories about our experiences. And it would be awesome.
But yeah! Smile during your interview, even if it’s just on the phone. And if they ask you where you want to work, tell them where and why you want to work there. For my first interview, the other girl interviewing was just like “oh, yeah, I’ll work anywhere, I guess…” and I said “I want to work the Great Movie Ride,” and then told the recruiter the story about my first time riding it as a little girl.
I got GMR. The other girl got quick service at Port Orleans.
I love thy ease of selection.
I love thy lack of pushy salespeople.
I love thy gift of parking it on my couch instead of driving all over town.
I love wearing mine pajamas whilst perusing.
I love thy Labor Day promo codes.
I just bought three pairs of pants, three skirts, three tops, five skivvies, and a pair of shoes for roughly $200.
Part of me is mad that I have to spend so much money on nice sensible teachery clothes instead of fun exciting clothes.
But part of me is still going “WHEE I LOVE SHOPPING THIS IS FUN!!!1!1!!”