Every Wednesday morning for the last 3 months I had a class called “leadership speaker series” that was a required portion of completing the Disney College Program. In all honesty, the class was way too early and the fellow participants in the class were annoying, pretentious, and asked way too many obnoxious questions. But it was interesting to hear from people that have literally “started from the bottom” here at the Disneyland Resort. The speakers inspired me - they honestly did. I enjoyed hearing their frustrations, their fears, but mostly listening to them brag about how cool their jobs are definitely made me listen a bit closer.
In all honesty, working sucks. No matter what job you have- there are are still things that you would rather be doing.
But if somehow you can find a job you love, at a place you have a passion for then I absolutely believe you should stick it out and try to make it.
I’ve had some terrible jobs before. I’ve cashiered at Walmart up until close on Christmas Eve. I’ve worked opening a craft store on Black Friday. I know what it’s like to be yelled at for something that is not your fault. Five years of retail customer service. I worked on phones at an insurance office for two years. The list goes on.
But here’s the thing that’s different about working at Disney. There’s a magic in the air….As stupid and corny as that sounds.
I was walking to clock in the other day and I heard a little girl exclaim “this is the best day of my life!” I almost teared up because Disney creates a magic world- an alternate reality, a safe place for people to come and enjoy themselves and pretend for a few hours that real life doesn’t exist. That’s the beautiful thing about it. People said the “magic would be ruined” after working here and it hasn’t been. I don’t think it will ever be.
Because a few years ago- I was that little girl in a Tigger shirt and Minnie Mouse bucket hat grabbing my sisters hands exclaiming “this is the best day of my life!” and now I’m a part of it. I’m there. Even though sometimes I feel insignificant and that my job doesn’t matter. I’m a part of the story.
Anyways, my friends and I take a walk every Wednesday morning to class but today was different because it was the last day. So naturally we secretly took photos in the empty park. Duh.
I have 4 weeks left here with my friends. Just 30 days. The people I’ve learned to love and call my family. I’m excited for the new chapter to begin so I can see where the professional internship is going to take me on my Disney journey. But I’m also sad to close this chapter knowing this will be my last opportunity to ever live in a dorm setting and go to a class with people my age again. It’s a sad feeling in my heart and I don’t know whether to let it go or hold on. This is going to be a strange few weeks.