I got into my job at disney after the first month. I decided to make the best of it and everytime the characters "went for hunny" i entertained the crowd so they would not be bored for the ten minuts. I did things liuke place my hat on my shoe and flip it up on my head, told jokes like "there is a new fastpass system for the character lines. All you do is take out a 20 dollar bill and write fastpass on it and you get to the head." which they laughed at, or do a few magic tricks i learned at downtown disney. Everyone loved it, the other attendants, my captin, the characters, and most of all the guests. The only ones who did not like it were the managers of the park. I was called into the office to talk about my antics. They told me i was being too entertaining and was destracting from the characters. I called that bullshit and they did not seem to like that. I explained that the department i was in was entertainment. I was just doing my job. They told me to knock it off or i would be suspended. Great. the one thing that was making me kinda happy (yes more happy then the 12 hour days, 5 days a week, making only 150 a week). So i was bleek, boring, and dull. Then the reviews came around and told me to be more lively. I was like "WHAT THE FUCK?" So from then on i did whatever the fuck i wanted and did not care about my bosses. However i was too entertaining because when i was trying to limbo under one of the ropeswith a guest, i dislocated my left knee. This started the part of my job that i call being so bored i want to comit suicide. More on the boring ass jobs they made me do as a disabled worker next time. How they treated me like shit because i was disabled next time. And more on my physical theropy and mean ass doctors next time.

The people that were "friends of the characters" (not the same thing as Character attendent) thought they were higher then everyother person in the park because they did not have to do shit jobs like sweeping or working as a vendor. They trained to act like the real thing, not that i am confirming nor denying there is or is not a real thing. You ask me today and i will still only say there is only one Mickey Mouse in the whole Wide World of disney. I am definitly not going to post the truth, or the untruth here because now that i am 21 and own my own truck i can be sued. Not all of the people that were "friends of the characters" was so bad. In fact I met and fell hard for a girl the was "friends" with pooh bear. Now you got to realize that about 50% of the guys down there was someone who like a member of the same sex (not that there is anything wring with that). So i figured i had a better shot, until i foind out that 60% of the ladies were bisexual or more (again there is nothing wrong with that) so i was back to squair one. We had a friendship that lasted for about a month and a half and i swear she never told me she had a fiance that was over seas. So the one night that we spent together, greatest night of my life thus far, i was feeling happy. The next day a rumor spread that we slept together and out of respect for her i denyed denyed denyed although all i wanted to do was tell the world. After she knew we were safe, we parted ways and never talked again. One problem, we still had to see eachother every single day til one of us got out of pooh bear hell. Did it work, did i spill the beans, did her fiance find out? All these answers will be answered now. Yes, No, No.