Two years ago today, in the produce aisle of an Orlando Publix, I begged my mom to let me quit.
“I want to go home,” I sobbed. “I can’t do it, I don’t know anyone here, I’m not ready, it’s too hard.” Through tears, I gave every excuse I could think of; most of them valid.
I was over 500 miles away from the comfort of the familiar and the ease of routine. I felt like I had just jumped into an unfamiliar pool with my eyes closed and suddenly I forgot how to swim (which was quite literally the opposite of my job description). Who was I to leave my school, my family, and my friends, to work as a lifeguard at Walt Disney World? I was overwhelmed and unprepared and I wanted to quit before it even began.
“You can leave if you want,” my mom said, pulling me into her arms. “You can fly home with me tomorrow. But,” she looked me straight in the eye, “this is your dream.”
Isn’t it interesting that we get the most scared when we are the closest to achieving our dreams? As we teeter on the edge of all we’ve ever wanted, the reality of realizing our dreams becomes too much. And sure, working for Disney is a silly dream and one that’s not particularly unique to me, but the lesson I learned that night is universal: When we choose to stay instead of run, when we say yes even though we’re terrified, when we wipe our tears and dig in our heals, we inch closer to the person God has called us to be. I believe that our hopes and dreams are God-given, to be realized for His glory. When we make those leaps of faith, however big or small they may seem, we are learning to rely not on self, but on God.
I didn’t quit. And got homesick, and I messed up, and my social anxiety was through the roof, and I didn’t know what I was doing and it was hard. But I stayed and that made all the difference.
Today’s video is all about working in merchandise on the Disney College Program. I talk about the pros and cons as well as my personal work experiences. It’s my longest video, but it does cover a lot of ground and it would be awesome if you guys checked it out. :)
It was July 31, 2014. I’ll never forget the day as long as I live.
The day now stands as bit of a blur. I got my graduation ears, a certificate, and some mediocre food. I went to ride Everest with Aimee one last time, and then we met Liz at Discovery Island and went to Magic Kingdom after that. We finally rode the new Seven Dwarfs’ Mine Train after opening to guests, and then camped out to watch Wishes. Aside from it being my last day before flying home, it was mostly ordinary. It was Wishes, however, which stood out the most.
I had just clocked out of Everest, and Disney, for the last time the night before. I had mixed feelings; while it was a rough transition in the beginning, I had really grown to like working at my forbidden mountain towards the end. At 7:00 the night before, my eight month adventure was over. It was eight months filled with new and old amazing friends to share them with, some of the most wonderful managers I’ve ever worked with, late night trips to Wawa after work, trips to Magic Kingdom to sneak onto Haunted Mansion and Space Mountain before work, riding Everest at least a dozen times in a row on my best friend’s 21st birthday, day trips to Universal, late nights watching Disney movies, and far too many other great memories to count.
With the good, of course, there also comes the bad. It was hands down, the hardest job I've ever had. It was also eight months of belligerent guests, feigning fluency in Spanish and Portuguese, living from paycheck to paycheck many weeks, two of my best friends leaving the program before their time was up, crying and lost children, bruises, burns, and more headaches than I could possibly count while on stage. There were days when all I wanted to do was get in a rental car and drive home never to return.
Then came the actual end of my program. I made it; somehow, someway, I actually made it to the very end. As I stood on a severely congested Main Street USA with two of my best friends by my side, all I could think about was how amazing a real cheesesteak would taste. Chatham’s food cart came closest to the real thing (they even used Amoroso rolls), but like Mama’s original recipes, nothing compares to the real homemade. I started to think about homemade gravy, taking late night drives to dive diners with my friends from high school, trap shooting with my friends from college, being in a big city again, and basically anything that wasn’t in any way related to Disney.
With the now completed construction going on around us, it was an unspoken rule of thumb that you had to pick out your spot for the fireworks at least half an hour before the show, and that was if the park was slow that night, which was rare at best. I was hot, I was dehydrated, I was extremely claustrophobic, and I was standing in place for an extended period of time. Strollers were running over my foot easily every five minutes, and everyone was practically shoved together in what limited space we had. I was never a huge fan of this particular fireworks show to begin with. It was important to my friends that we watch it on my last night, and I couldn’t in good conscience argue with that of course.
I will admit though, to this day if I have to watch the fireworks show I will camp out early specifically for the preceding light show, “Celebrate the Magic.” I absolutely adored it, and still do. Fifteen minutes before the fireworks, Cinderella’s Castle would illuminate with cartoons, special effects, live action sequences, and basically ten minutes of beautiful nostalgia.
I would watch the opening animation of a young Walt drawing Mickey in the old WED Animation Studios, and remember watching old reruns of Wonderful World of Disney on Disney Channel, reruns from when Walt still hosted in the 50s and 60s. I would watch Buzz Lightyear fall with style as he yelled his signature “to infinity and beyond,” and remember being so proud of my new Buzz Lightyear wings I got for Christmas when I was five, yet so disappointed when I had no falling style down the steps while wearing them.
Yes, I know; that *does* explain a lot.
That show always brought out the kid in me for about ten minutes each night. It made me remember why I wanted to do this in the first place, and of everything Disney did for me growing up. It often added some much needed perspective to the harder days of work, whether in person on Main Street or behind a computer screen on YouTube.
My friends and other departing CPs around us were already tearing up, but I stayed strong for the most part. I was more upset over seeing them upset than anything else. Five minutes later, I heard the little girl’s voice sing…
“Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight: I wish I may, I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight. We’ll make a wish and do as dreamers do, and all our wishes will come true.”
There’s an old Disney urban legend that gets passed around that the little girl who sings this line was a Make-a-Wish participant who dreamed of being a recording artist, and passed away two days later. I have no reason to believe this is true, but even the thought of this gets me every time I hear those words sung.
Despite the questionable urban legend, a rush of emotions came to me in those few seconds. I remembered all of the Make-a-Wish children who would come through the line at Everest with their families. The very concept of Disney is for guests to be able to truly escape the real world, and these people undoubtedly go through incredible hardships in their own cruel reality. At that moment though, they’re in Disney World making the best of precious time with their families, and I never saw any of them without a smile.
I remembered one family in particular. A lot of times I would offer children high fives, particularly when they were upset or crying while getting off the ride, to congratulate them for sticking it through, or “conquering” Everest. A party of three was at the park with Make-a-Wish, and they were unloading from the ride. A mother, a father, and the child, were laughing hysterically, and the child was jumping up and down on the platform, yelling “THAT WAS AWESOME” over and over again. I knelt down to give him my standard child’s high five; I wasn’t even halfway to the ground and he jumped up and reached my hand and high fived me before exiting the platform. The energy in this kid was incredible; he was obviously a pediatric cancer patient, but he had the energy level comparable to any other kid his age. It was extraordinary.
When I remembered that family, as well as all of the young children coming to Disney and meeting Mickey for the first time, couples celebrating engagements and honeymoons (and even a divorce or two), guests celebrating birthdays, holidays, graduations, and otherwise just families making memories, I gained a whole new appreciation for the fireworks show I shunned for such a good part of my life. I finally realized what made Disney so magical.
I wasn’t crying… my eyes were simply leaking.
Okay, I was crying. I’m man enough to admit it, and I refuse to apologize for who I am. In that moment, I wanted to stay in Disney more than anything, and for months afterward I was obsessed with going back. Now I’m leaving for my other home again in seven weeks, hopefully for much longer than eight months and with a greater appreciation for what the company I call home sets out to accomplish.
A teacher once told me that I should find a job where I never have a bad day. That last fireworks show made me realize that even in my darkest days in Disney, when I was certain I would screw up so badly I would be fired and sent home, I’ve certainly had difficult days and trying days, yet I never had a bad day working in Disney.
If I could sum up my time in the Disney College Program, it would be three simple words: I’m coming back.
“I only hope that we never lose sight of one thing - that it was all started by a mouse.” -Walt Disney
“Steve Earns His Ears” Part 2 - You’ve Got a Friend in Me
Fast forward to January, and a big chocolate cake from Termini’s with “Good Luck Steve” written in blue gel is sitting on our table. The last table meal I would have with my family for at least four months was wonderful. This was my adventure, but I started to feel sad that they couldn’t join me. The next morning, I was off to the airport. The flight was two hours on the dot; from gate to gate I made it to the first scene of the Death Star battle in Star Wars.
The first thing I did when I got off the plane was to check into Disney’s Magical Express, the tour bus that would take me to, funny enough, All Star Music. I looked out the window of the coach bus towards my new home; it was desolate, particularly near the airport. Orlando is a lot of open land surrounding two world class resorts. It reminded me of driving through rural Arkansas, only with palm trees surrounding me instead of crops.
The feeling I got going underneath the Walt Disney World sign for the very first time was surreal. I didn’t feel at home quite yet, but I definitely felt welcome. I pulled into All Star Music and checked in. The front desk staff was incredibly friendly; they even jabbed me about bringing my guitar until I told them I was an incoming CP. I didn’t tell them that I would be working at their resort yet just in case I got into trouble, but I was delighted at even the thought of crossing paths with them again.
After I dropped my bags off in my room, I hopped a resort bus to Downtown Disney to meet my first roommate, Andrew. Andrew is a character, to say the very least. Originally from New Orleans, he was also working at All Star, but in housekeeping instead of food and beverage. He previously made a living working as a film extra. His face is prominent in the recent Percy Jackson sequel as one of the evil demigod henchmen, and he was also an extra in Pitch Perfect. He actually auditioned for the old U.S. version of The X-Factor wearing a giant chicken suit, and his name is still Chicken on my phone to this day. He was recently a contestant on the new season of American Idol.
Ten minutes into hanging out with him, I knew he would be one of my best friends, and he still is to this day. We splurged our moving money on DisneyQuest and Planet Hollywood, and took the resort bus back to All Star for an early morning ahead to check into our College Program.
I slept in by accident; the 0600 wakeup call had in fact gone through but it wasn’t enough to wake me up after a long night. I scrambled to the checkout desk with barely enough time to hail a cab. I managed to get one, but we got stuck in traffic in the long line headed through the gate at Vista Way. After ten minutes of running the meter, I just swiped my emergency credit card and told him to let me out at the Chick-fil-A. The line to check in was enormous, weaving in a nearly indiscernible pattern through the complex.
I passed the time socializing with people I had only met through social media thus far, sitting on my luggage and waiting for my turn in line. I didn’t have my Jeep yet at the time so I was able to skip straight to the housing ID picture. I looked terrible; cuts on my face from shaving in a hurry, mild bedhead, and my face was stretched to fit the square. I got my planner with my apartment key and my work location, which I had to feign surprise over to avoid potentially getting in trouble.
I got to Vista at about 9, and was out at about noon. Next stop: Casting, otherwise Disney lingo for HR. Casting took forever, and I was probably there until at least 5:30 getting fingerprinted, getting my background check out of the way, and otherwise standing in line after line after line after line. After that was all over with though, I got to go to my new home.
I’ll admit now, I was scared to go in there. It was a bit easier with meeting Andrew beforehand but I was worried about the other two. First, there was John. John is Southern born and bred from Stockbridge, Georgia, and worked as a lifeguard at Disney’s Yacht & Beach Club. I didn’t talk to him over the moving process nearly as much as I did Andrew; all I knew was we had bonded because we have the exact same birthday. I didn’t actually meet John until the next day though. I learned that behind his thick Southern accent was some pretty thick skin; he went to an inner city high school and was just as tough as nails as he was funny.
Then, there was DeVante… sweet, sweet DeVante. He worked as a custodian in EPCOT, and was a last minute replacement; we had a roommate Travis who ended up turning down Disney, and I had actually never talked to DeVante before check-in. I friended him on Facebook and honestly thought he was a catfish at first; he had very few pictures up and his statuses were mostly Scripture readings. I honestly didn’t know who or what to expect when I walked through the door, but in the immortal words of Seinfeld, he was real and he was spectacular.
I had a roommate who was just as loud and as much as a film buff as I was. I had a sassy Southern roommate, and I had a sassy black roommate. Needless to say, my living situation was honestly perfect.
“Steve Earns His Ears” Part 1 - I Can Go The Distance
It took three years, but I finally made it.
In an attempt to escape from what I felt was a horrible academic and social experience at Penn State University, amplified by the infamous night of November 9, 2011 that bears no repeating, my best friend made me aware of the Disney College Program.
I admit now though, in a time when my attachment to home seemed to fuel my as yet undiagnosed (outside of WebMD) anxiety disorder, it was a chance to bond with someone over our mutual love for Disney. Clearly my little pocket universe of Disney magic in State College, PA was strong that day; over grilled cheeses and Cokes we sat on the floor and bonded over our respective Disney stories. Five years later, she is still one of my dearest friends to this very day.
A lot of “Cast Members” as we call ourselves consider the day they applied to the College Program (or “CP” as it will be abbreviated throughout this story) as the day their life changed forever, but mine was this crisp spring day in Thompson Hall, three years before I would even hear of Utilidors or Chatham Square. I found someone who understood my love for Disney, and I found the welcome mat that would eventually support my foot in the door towards my passion.
That day I resolved, come hell or high water, I would be a Disney cast member no matter what it took.
The concept was simple; a semester off to work in a minimum wage job for internship credit. It repels many at first, particularly the parents, many of whom foot the bill for their child’s education; why would my child even consider taking a semester off to work a fryer or stock shelves for maybe 3 credits of internship when they can do the same in a school cafeteria or department store at home while working a full course load?
Admittedly, I had to answer this question more than once inside and outside the walls of my home. My parents were mainly concerned at first because it seemed like a perfect internship for hospitality majors, and at the time I was majoring in psychology. It’s true that Disney is a world class resort that looks fabulous on a hospitality resume. However, it’s also a Fortune 500 company that looks outstanding on a resume of any kind, and the fact that you live on your own in a new state with total strangers looks even better.
Others told me it’s a scam, which I won’t dignify with a response because it’s based in no fact whatsoever.
Others said I would hate it because the hours easily push 60 a week and I would come to get sick of Disney. I say this with the hopes that others feel the same way as I did back then and I do now: I didn’t choose this path for free admission into the Disney parks. I grew up in Florida; going to Disney World is nowhere near as special to me as it is to others. I came to work, and the complimentary park admission is an added bonus. It is simply what you get out of it; if you’re there just to go to the parks and not to work, you’ll be home within a month if you’re lucky.
Others said I would gain no real world experience that would be beneficial in any job above minimum wage. I met and worked with people from as close to home as Folsom and as far away as New Zealand, with practically everywhere in between as well. I picked Spanish back up (broken, but it’s there) and even gained a rudimentary Portuguese vocabulary. I dealt with the best of the best guests and the worst of the worst.
I dealt with everybody from ecstatic little girls who were being called “Princess” everywhere they went to Mr. “I Pay Your Salary So I’ll Cut The Line Where I Damned Well Please” one percenter. I got two job offers from guests from Philadelphia after I came home, and every job I’ve applied to since coming home in August has landed at least an initial interview. Nine out of ten times, the interview starts with the exact same question: “Is his head really there?”
The answer… is no.
I applied in September 2011, the day applications opened. At the time the Web Based Interview (WBI) was guaranteed, and I passed it with flying colors. I was selected to go onto the phone interview. I wore my blue Mickey Mouse polo from my family’s last trip the year prior, finally feeling the effects of the freshmen 15 beneath the tight cotton and polyester. I listened to all the Disney music my brain could handle, and even held my stuffed Steamboat Willie that my Disney friend had gotten me during her second program that past summer all the way through.
I did okay. Not great, but okay. I was asked role-specific questions for food and beverage; it made sense though, that and recreation were the only roles in which I was experienced at the time, and I put ‘no interest’ for recreation. A month went by, and I got my first pended email. I was just an insignificant cog in a giant greased up machine; they just needed to find the axle where my gear fits. That’s what I told myself anyway.
Another month went by, and there was nothing. Eventually they started emailing me asking if I was even still interested. I had given up (for now); I replied no, and that’s when the dreaded “No Longer In Consideration” email came along. I was beaten, but I wasn’t defeated.
Someone once told me that “it ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.” I absorbed the fatal blow of my first Disney application experience, packed up a suitcase, moved out of Penn State and transferred to Temple. The transfer has been tough on me, but I have no regrets. I am eager to get out in May, but I am much happier now than I was then.
A year and a half ago, I got into a fight with some friends at school over something menial and stupid. No fists were swung, but I was angry and felt like Temple was finally starting the inevitable rejection of this organ transplant. The tension when I was near them, at least in my head, was palpable. I called my Disney friend near tears in the middle of Liacouras Walk and she told me to apply again. She was right; I needed to get away. I sat in Joe Schwartz’s class ten minutes later, zoned out like I usually did, and imagined how the conversation would go with my parents that night. I feared the worst; they didn’t go for it last time, how was I to expect them to go for it this time?
I sat in the living room that night and made my case. The transfer put me back a semester; I would be done in four and a half years rather than the normal four. I would be graduating in the fall, and my friends would be graduating in the spring. I was out of work for about a year at that point beyond a summer job in my dad’s office and an unpaid internship, so I needed money. With the timing of my graduation off, a semester off probably wasn’t the worst thing.
I was shocked at the response. I still assumed the worst, and yet my mother hesitated at first, but my dad was all aboard with it. My mom followed suit a moment later. Without even time to blink I started my application again. I knew the answers and quirks to the WBI, I knew the kind of questions that would be asked during the phone interview, and I was accepted four days after talking to Jocelyn over the phone.
I sat in Professor Hagen’s class with my laptop out. I balanced following along with his power point slides with constantly refreshing my dashboard waiting for a final decision. I was being ridiculous, I told myself. I waited months last time, so why on God’s green Earth would I expect to hear anything after four days? Nevertheless, at about 2:25 pm I got the Congratulations email.
I barely held it together. It was quick service food and beverage, but I didn’t even care. I tried so very hard to keep a level head out of respect for the professor’s lecture, especially because I liked him very much and didn’t want him to think his front row center student was some kind of maniac. Thankfully, he made a Star Trek joke which allowed me to let out a laugh and get some of the elation out of my system. It wasn’t too out of the ordinary for me to laugh that much at a stupid joke; I was wearing a Trekkie t-shirt, he probably expected some kind of overreaction.
Fast forward two hours. I took the subway home to tell my parents the news. Dad was the first to congratulate me, and he told me to put the program fees on the credit card and secure my spot. The truth is it was already done; I waited two years, I couldn’t wait two more hours. I was going to Disney World. I was going back to Florida.
Fast forward about three months. Thanksgiving had just passed, and I reunited with my best friend from high school who had done his CP the spring before last, the semester to which I originally applied. He told me that it was possible to find out my work location if I had a friend within the company. Without blinking an eye, I texted my Disney friend and she texted me back later that night.
“All Star Music food court,” she said…
I won’t lie, at first I was disappointed. I had never been to this resort; in fact, up until about a year before I had never even heard of it. I wanted to be in the parks, not in a resort where for all I knew at the time not a lot of people stayed. I’ve never been more wrong about so much in my life.
I started having second thoughts, and I started to realize why Disney wouldn’t tell us when we were first hired about where we would be working. It’s because of situations like this when we get our hopes up. Still, I would be living in Disney. I would be working in Disney. I pressed on, and it turns out sticking with All Star was the best decision I ever made.
It’s been over a year since my program started, so I decided to review my DCP bucket list to see how many things I accomplished (& didn’t).
Magic Kingdom:
Enjoy a Starbucks frappucino in front of the castle (did it quite a few times)
See the Dapper Dans (& they were amazing every single time)
See The Kiss Goodnight (twice while closing a popcorn wagon in Main Street & cried twice)
See The Hall of Presidents (let’s be honest, there’s more interesting stuff to do in MK)
Go to the Tomorrowland Terrace Fireworks Dessert Party (damn it! I still want to go!)
Go on the Seven Dwarfs’ Mine Train (Proud to say I went on it before anyone else thanks to a Cast Preview event)
Meet Gaston (this is a priority!) (My what a guy, Gaston. So many memorable meetings with him, but the best one was backstage)
Walk through Main Street in the rain without a raincoat or any protection (Come to think of it, I did do it but because I had no rain gear with me)
Ride the train around the whole Magic Kingdom (It’s a very nice way to kill some time & rest)
Meet the Mayor of Main Street (Loved seeing him walking around the tunnels all the time!)
EPCOT:
Buy one thing in every pavilion (ehh, I don’t think I did every pavilion)
Take a picture in every pavilion
See all the performers in every pavilion (the Chinese acrobats were amazing!)
Eat around the world (Ah yes, my stomach remembers this vividly.)
Spend an afternoon in the France pavilion and practice my French with the cast members (not an afternoon but I did practice my French. Still not gonna cross it.)
Go on Mission Space (went on it once, felt a bit claustrophobic & never went again) (LOL probably never will)
Hollywood Studios:
See The American Idol Experience (never seen it)
See as many of the Star Tours sequences as I can (I was the Rebel Spy twice!)
Go to the Star Wars weekend (The parade was awesome & the fireworks were the best I’ve ever seen!)
Animal Kingdom:
Play the carnival games in Dino Land. (Only one thing & I didn’t even do it.. How embarrassing.)
Any park:
Meet the character couples for Valentine’s (I unfortunately worked that day)
Meet characters I’ve never met (Queen Elinor was awesome!)
Collect as many Fast passes as I can (until they took them away :( )
Take a picture in front of every park symbol (classic)
Go to a park just to take pictures and enjoy what’s around
Go to a park by myself (pretty fun actually)
Go to Typhoon Lagoon (only been to Blizzard Beach) (& I SWAM WITH SHARKS!)
Go to a park just to sit down and people watch (so fun & relaxing!)
Do the 4 park challenge (so much fun!)
Resort areas:
Have a Dole Whip (can’t believe I’ve never had one)
Ride a bike in The Boardwalk (shoutout to my lovely roommate Amy who did it with me!)
Drive a speedboat in the Seven Seas Lagoon (It was at the Boardwalk)
Go to a character breakfast or dinner
Eat at a restaurant while watching Wishes (happened countless of times & not even on purpose)
Go resort hopping
Roommate & friends:
Cook a meal for all of my roommates & have a family styled dinner (TACO NIGHT)
Go to dinner with Amy, Danica & Jessica (did we do dinner? I know we hung out though!)
Have a Boy Meets World marathon with Amy (awww)
Have a Family Guy marathon with Jessica (AWWW)
Bake my roommates something (I did brownies once but I ate them myself lol)
Spend a night watching movies & just eating with roommates/friends (happened a lot <3)
Have a night out with roommates/ friends (best nights ever <3)
Write memorable stories in a board along with my roomies & read them all on our last night (I SHOULD’VE READ THIS BEFORE WE LEFT)
Take a picture with all the roomies on our first & last night (OH GOD, YES WE DID :’( )
DCP:
Eat the Kitchen Sink (funny story..)
Go to Dapper Day (I was so excited to cross this one out!)
Pick up a PAC shift (after much consideration, I knew I wouldn’t be enjoy it)
Pick up shifts in every park & every hotel I can (did once, never again..)
Go to an exclusive CM event (Mine Train!)
Create a magical moment (happy to say I did a few!)
Make at least one person’s day/trip (was told I did & it made me feel amazing)
Go to the gym & run at least 3 times a week (HAHAHAH. What a fool. There was no time or energy with work)
Enjoy an afternoon lounging in the complex pool (got a good tan from that one time lol)
Go to Mickey’s Retreat (SO MUCH REGRET)
Meet tons of International people (There were so many! Glad to call one of them still one of my best friends to this day)
Go to at least one housing event (I went to the Welcoming, the Graduation & some other random ones. All super fun & free food!)
Pin trade with a guest (We didn’t get pins in our location)
Sing happy birthday to a guest (such a funny moment!)
Orlando stuff:
Go to some concerts (still a touchy subject)
Have a road trip (Cocoa Beach & Busch Gardens)
Go to restaurants we don’t have in Puerto Rico (Sonic, Steak & Shake, Olive Garden, etc) (SO MUCH YUM)
Visit my friend Marisol (AWWW)
Spend some time with my family from Orlando
Go to the IMAX theaters (usual date place)
Play laser tag (we don’t have any back home :( ) (NOOOO OMG)
Universal & Islands of Adventure:
Go to the new Transformers area
Go to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter’s expansion (I was actually there opening day at like 4am thank you very much)
Go on the Minion Ride
See the nighttime show
Going through this list was so much fun! I never looked at it while in the program, so I’m pretty happy to have accomplished a lot in it without knowing. I find it amazing that not only did I do these things but also so many other things not on my list that I never thought I’d ever do with people I never thought I’d meet. It’s true, the Disney College Program changes your life & no matter what I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
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