Oh, God.

Oh, God, why does everything get complicated when you get to high school? Why do people have to hurt themselves? Why do they kill themselves? Why does it hurt so much to grow up? Make it stop hurting, God. Don't let him kill himself. Please. I don't even know him, but please don't let him die. Please don't let him hurt Dani. Don't let him hurt her by killing himself. Oh, God, please. Oh, God, please. Don't let him do it. Please God, no. Please, no. Hold him back, God. Please, hold him back. Please, God.

As much as I love my job, I can't help but find myelf counting down the days until Wednesday, my first day off since last Wednesday. Of course, I have a staff meeting I need to go to, where we will probably call the drill cards that, of course, I haven't been able to re-memorize. These are the same cards that we did for competition, yes, but I didn't memorize them then, I didn't have them "committed to memory" for the drill down that never was, and I most likely will not have them memorized by Wednesday. So, for right now, sucks to be me.
I got my learner's permit on Saturday, and I've already driven for a grand total of about 70 minutes. So, yay for me!
I've been stuck out on the carts at work a lot lately, which I dislike because it's hot, it's humid (it's Florida!), and no one buys anything from the Top Hat Cart, and the only thing that the guests ever seem to buy from the "Lights, Motors, Action!" Cart is drinks. They've been talking about starting to sell beer from certain points in the park, which means that a lot of the kids (such as myself) that have been recently hired will not be able to work at those certain points anymore. Which could be a good thing, I suppose. :-D
As I have nothing more to say, bye bye!
Randi ~ the Crazy Seabiscuit

My screw ups

Work was... interesting yesterday. I've got the hang of the register, but the shipping forms, and processing returns/refunds are just killing me. I totally screwed up somebody's shipping transaction yesterday; I'll really be surprised if they even get the packages! I didn't put the sku number, or any of the stuff I needed too because I forgot all about doing that, and I didn't realize how badly I'd botched it until I got home last night about 10:30. I was feeling sick and exhausted by the time my brothers got me home from work, and Liz called me and my phone died. I was outside from 1400 to 1636, got a 15 minute break about then, stocked the Prop Shop for 30 minutes (until 1736), and went to relieve someone at AFI, where I screwed up the shipping form that I already whined about. I was there for about an hour when I realized that, "Hey, I haven't had my lunch break yet.. Oh, well, someone will come to break me." Another hour passed, and it was about then that I realized that I could go off and take the break anyway. (This was an hour before I was off.)I got to the break room, and they have CNN on, or something like that, and then I heard about what happened at EPCOT at Mission: Space. I truly couldn't believe what had happened.. It just seemed like things like that don't happen at WDW. My prayers go out for the family of the boy who died.
All my love to you and yours,
Miranda

Training Day 2, and Realizations

Yesterday was my last training day, and it went a lot smoother than last week's. I think I'm ready to go without a trainer now. Thank God for the people! I have so much fun at work. I love my job. I get to play with toys and little kids.. and I get paid for it. you just can't beat a job you love. Ok, if I was in the A/C, it'd be a lot better, because hey! It's Florida, it's hot, and it's humid. Sunshine State my foot. Liquid Sunshine State is more like it. It get to the point where you feel like you're walking through a wet sponge in 99 degree weather... fuuuuun.. But I get to play, so I'm happy. And my fellow cast members are great! Jacob had his wisdom teeth pulled Thursday, but he's already back to work.. Go Jacob! Juan is my favorite person. He's 15 like me and he's so nice. Jon kinda creeps me out a little. He's always asking me how I am doing, and if I understand the disney way. Victoria is cool, too. *Not gcool, but cool* She was in JROTC *pronounced Jay-Rot-See (that's a joke)* at her school, too.. so we bond over the toy rifles... MAD RIFLE SKILLS, YO! My trainers have both been awesome, so I have a great thing going on right now.
Sadly, my schedule (as of now) will not permit me to go to church... So I'm really reading my bible a lot. It makes me feel so much better.
Now for the realizations: I can't make other people happy, that's not my responsibility. Friends are the best things in the world. And my last realization: Goofy blonds are not dumb. Random, yes. But it's what I do.
So if you would all be so kind as to leave me comments, that would be great.
Much love,
Randi

Training Day

First off, before I go into the gory little details of my wonderful day, I would like to apologize for being so.... bleah... the other day. Once again, e-mail me if you want to know why.. either that, or IM me. It's on my profile.
Training Day Numero Uno: My day begins with my dear old dad waking me up at 6:45. I am angry at myself for not waking up earlier, but I get over it. At least I get breakfast! We take his Goldwing motorcycle over to the Studios where I meet my trainer and fellow trainee: Marcia, the trainer, is a former Marine, and Veronica is also in JROTC. (Marcia found out that I was in JROTC and kept bringing this fact, among others, up to our guests. They now all know that I want to be an officer.) Once I get the hang of the register (which isn't even a touch screen [Mitra] like the food and beverage people get), remember how to greet our guests, figure out how to send packages up to people's rooms/hotels/homes, and realize that credit cards aren't evil, I really like doing this! Especially since I only have to work 7 hours per day, one hour of which is designated break (I must, by law, have one hour break and only work 7 hours a day.. Child labor laws, I dunno.)! Oh, WDW.. I love thee.
Now that I'm in a Disney mood, I leave you all with a HAPPY ending!
I love you!!!
Miranda

I feel..

I feel like crap. Yesterday's garbage. You know, the really yucky stuff that no one really seems to like. Wanna know why? E-mail me. I don't feel like writing why right now, because I'm being a curmudgeon and a B****. Sorry. I'm just upset.
Have a lovely day, so that at least one of us will.
Miranda