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Trying something new. Well, new for your eyes. I keep a journal and every night (or when I remember) and I write down my peak, pit, praise, and prayer for the day. It forces me to find the good in what appeared to be a really crappy day and really makes me think about the day I had. Rather than do this for everyday in week 4 and 5 ill just sum up both weeks. Week 4 Peak: One of Dad's work friends was in FL and took me out to lunch. Not someone that I personally am close with but being around people who I know for just a few hours was better than lunch in the apartment alone. A familiar face, and that Chicago accent, made for a great afternoon! Pit: Valentine's Day. Need I say more? Worked all day, listened to coworkers complain about what they did/didn't get from their Valentine, and was surrounded by families and their loved ones. It was quite disgusting. Praise: I was (and still am) employed by one of the greatest companies. Everyday I am blessed to be apart of pe

There is one question I dread more than anything from other cast members.... "why are you here?". Seems simple, what made you decide to come to DCP is really all they are asking. Someone who appears to have it all together just up and left Chicago to come work for Disney? For some, a simple "the experience" is a good enough answer. Others, its like they can see straight through the smile on my face and want to know more. So, here it is. In August my brother passed away a week before my third college preseason. I waited a few days to report for preseason so I could be with my family. I went back to school/soccer because I needed that back in my life. My world was turned upside down and soccer was something I thought would be stable. I was wrong. I heard every excuse in the book, even as far as to blame my not playing on the death of my brother (you can imagine my anger for that comment) except an actual answer while I sat the bench for an entire season. Bitter? Yes.

Being an older sister/older cousin/full time nanny it never surprises me what comes out of a kid's mouth. Well, sometimes it does. During Turtle Talk there are questions you can expect from kids almost every show; do you have a girlfriend? how old are you? why do you have a shell? where's Nemo? And then sometimes Crush will pick a kid who will ask something no one in the room is expecting like.... "where do turtles poop?". The room exploded with laughter and the parents of said kid were easy to pick out as they looked absolutely mortified.  The long pause from Crush told me that he muted his mic to have a long laugh before continuing with the show. Crush finally answered with "where do you poop when your in the ocean?" and then proceeded to excuse himself behind the reef. Use your imagination people.  This is just one of the many stories that make me smile at the end of a long shift. And then you get days where it seems as though there is something weird i

No matter who I talk to at home I get the same question... "What do you actually do all day?!" Before I left all anyone knew was that I was working at an attraction, which seems self explanatory. You would think that saying "I work at The Seas with Nemo and Friends would be a sufficient answer, that someone would piece together that there is a ride there and that I help to operate the ride all day long. But, it isn't that simple. Bear with me here, all my "Nemo terms" are going to have to be explained so this post could end up being rather lengthy, which is not my intention. Here we go, a day in the life.... (my first official day, on my own) Woke up at 7am to be ready for a 7:40 bus. Should I have been up earlier? Yes. Did the previous days 5:15am wake up call keep me in bed longer than I wanted? Yes. But, made the bus. Take the bus to Epcot Cast Center (backstage Epcot - anything that guests can see is considered on stage, so everything you cant see/ge