I'd nap, but with everything going on outside, that's going to be impossible. Worst room on the property, I bet-- RIGHT on the street, buses going back and forth. With the sounds that come in, I wouldn't be surprised if there was a loading bay out there. Oh well! I suppose I'll get used to sleeping through apocalyptic-like noises seven months from now.
I'm three days into growing my mouse ears, hooray! It's a tiring process, going to bed at a decent hour only to wake up before the sun is up... and I'm not even working yet. Somehow! I've been doing it without fail. I only hope I can keep up.
Half of me is wondering where the girl from my freshman year of college has gone off to. I was so peppy and energetic! Now I'm just lethargic and shy; at least, that's how I feel. I got to Orlando and wondered just what I was even doing here, which is not normal for me. Maybe it's the knot of nerves that tends to assail us all at the beginning of every new endeavor. I'm aware of all these ups and downs that are going to occur, but I'm just anxious for them (mostly the downs) to get done and over with. I like routine-- I just can't wait to hit it. Maybe it's all this free time they've been giving us. I have NO idea what to do with it.
At least my roomie's super nice. It takes a while to find out who's here for the love of the ears and who's here to get Disney stamped on their resume (the latter of which I'm not too fond of). But hey! What can you do.
Not much has happened-- a lot of meetings, a lot of rain, and a lot of doubt. I was marked as White (including Mexican) during our processing. What do you think that means? I'm not white, and I'm not Mexican. I understand the Company (it's creepy that they even call it that, like it's some super secret government agency [maybe it is...]) likes to promote its diversity, but don't label us wrong. I don't like being marked as 'Hispanic- White' or 'Hispanic- Black'; I'm both! Maybe I should have said something.
I wish my brother were on this internship. I imagine it'd be a lot easier to deal with with him around. It feels as though everyone's a world away: friends, family, familiar faces. I had a long break and it's going to take a long time to acclimate myself to this factory-fresh newness following me. Good thing I have plenty of that, right? Time, I mean!
I think what's keeping me breathing easy is the continuous thought of Walt Disney going through my mind. He was a perfectionist, a visionary, a hard worker. If he did it, all for the love of the community surrounding him and to serve them, so can I. It really brings a calming breath to my otherwise rattling nerves. I remind myself that I am strong, I am independent.
Mickey Mouse is a symbol of independence, Walt said, and Mickey Mouse gave me a big fat hug and kiss this morning on his way out-- honestly, I think that's when I realized that yeah, maybe I can do this.
At least my roomie's super nice. It takes a while to find out who's here for the love of the ears and who's here to get Disney stamped on their resume (the latter of which I'm not too fond of). But hey! What can you do.
Not much has happened-- a lot of meetings, a lot of rain, and a lot of doubt. I was marked as White (including Mexican) during our processing. What do you think that means? I'm not white, and I'm not Mexican. I understand the Company (it's creepy that they even call it that, like it's some super secret government agency [maybe it is...]) likes to promote its diversity, but don't label us wrong. I don't like being marked as 'Hispanic- White' or 'Hispanic- Black'; I'm both! Maybe I should have said something.
I wish my brother were on this internship. I imagine it'd be a lot easier to deal with with him around. It feels as though everyone's a world away: friends, family, familiar faces. I had a long break and it's going to take a long time to acclimate myself to this factory-fresh newness following me. Good thing I have plenty of that, right? Time, I mean!
I think what's keeping me breathing easy is the continuous thought of Walt Disney going through my mind. He was a perfectionist, a visionary, a hard worker. If he did it, all for the love of the community surrounding him and to serve them, so can I. It really brings a calming breath to my otherwise rattling nerves. I remind myself that I am strong, I am independent.
Mickey Mouse is a symbol of independence, Walt said, and Mickey Mouse gave me a big fat hug and kiss this morning on his way out-- honestly, I think that's when I realized that yeah, maybe I can do this.
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