Most of the time my dreams are random places I don't know with random people who I don't know doing things I don't understand (You don't get it! I have to put these worms in the peanut butter jar! If I don't, the world is going to explode!!).
Lately my dreams have felt very realistic though. Things I know won't really happen, but feel like real life and I don't realize I'm dreaming. Here are two:
Last night I dreamed someone in our apartment complex died. I even watched them carry the casket out of the apartment and put it in the hearse. I can even tell you which apartment it was at my complex it was so vivid. Creepy!
I dreamed I was at graduation next year. But as I went up and handed them the paper to call my name, they paused. Apparently, I had forgotten to fill out the proper paperwork so they wouldn't let me graduate. When I woke up it took me a while to realize that I'm still just a Junior.
I remember thinking last night just before falling asleep that there was something important I had to do today. I told myself, "Self, you better get up and write that down or your gonna forget." But then my other self told me, "No way! I'm tired. I'll remember it. Usually important stuff I can remember. I'm so exhausted." And then my other self said, "ZZZzzzzz" and I fell asleep. Now I have no idea what the important thing I had to remember was. All I remember was that it felt imperative that it had to get done today and that I don't have a clue what it was.
Anyway, there's part of my sleeping life for those interested. I guess I just have really dramatic fears!
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Thursday, June 3, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
This Is Not Okay... Except for the Ice Cream
I just haven't been feeling great lately. Maybe it's the fact that I have been having so much trouble breathing. I've actually been having breathing issues pretty much since January, but I've been able to just ignore it and get over it. Except now my roommates actually care that they can constantly hear me gasping for air and breathing heavy and they point it out and threaten to call my parents if I don't do something. The other day a girl in my class even looked over at me and asked if I was dying. This is not okay.
The breathing thing makes me feel better if I try to force myself to do a huge yawn. Needless to say I've been trying to yawn way too much lately. This makes me tired, and I think is the reason for my sore throat. Plus the other day I somehow got this big blister on the roof of my mouth and the skin tore off and it tastes bloody. This is not okay.
My abs hurt from doing this new ab machine yesterday. Good workout. Sore stomach. Especially since my diaphragm already hurts from breathing so heavily. Again, not okay.
Add on top that on my way to the store today I walked into a hole. Well, I walked into a car, and then into a hole beside the car. Who freakin' parks their car on the sidewalk and then puts a hole right beside it!? I seriously looked around for some kid with a camera pulling a prank. This is NOT okay!
Okay so in all honesty I'm laughing most of this off. Yeah, I think the hole thing is funny and was practically rolling on the floor as I explained my grass stain to my roommate (seriously, do those ever come out?) which was not okay because if you recall from complaint numero 3, my abs hurt!
I came home and ate a Neapolitan ice cream sandwich. And then I ate an apple. Then I ate chicken pasta roni. Then I ate another ice cream sandwich. Then I took a nap. Then I ate another ice cream sandwich.
So maybe I'm a piggy. Correction: I am a piggy. But this little piggy's had a hard day.
The breathing thing makes me feel better if I try to force myself to do a huge yawn. Needless to say I've been trying to yawn way too much lately. This makes me tired, and I think is the reason for my sore throat. Plus the other day I somehow got this big blister on the roof of my mouth and the skin tore off and it tastes bloody. This is not okay.
My abs hurt from doing this new ab machine yesterday. Good workout. Sore stomach. Especially since my diaphragm already hurts from breathing so heavily. Again, not okay.
Add on top that on my way to the store today I walked into a hole. Well, I walked into a car, and then into a hole beside the car. Who freakin' parks their car on the sidewalk and then puts a hole right beside it!? I seriously looked around for some kid with a camera pulling a prank. This is NOT okay!
Okay so in all honesty I'm laughing most of this off. Yeah, I think the hole thing is funny and was practically rolling on the floor as I explained my grass stain to my roommate (seriously, do those ever come out?) which was not okay because if you recall from complaint numero 3, my abs hurt!
I came home and ate a Neapolitan ice cream sandwich. And then I ate an apple. Then I ate chicken pasta roni. Then I ate another ice cream sandwich. Then I took a nap. Then I ate another ice cream sandwich.
So maybe I'm a piggy. Correction: I am a piggy. But this little piggy's had a hard day.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
How To Be The First Off An Airplane
I learned a lesson yesterday. Very valuable. It all happened during my flight from Salt Lake to Denver. Just a one hour flight, right?
Well, I got on the plane feeling fine. We took off, one of my favorite parts of the ride. We were in the air. I started feeling sick. Really really sick. I grabbed the barf bag and looked at it. I felt sicker. I pulled out my tray thing and rested my head on it after putting the barf bag back in the pocket. My ears started going all weird. As if they were inside a bubble... everything sounded muffled. I vaguely noticed the stewardess making her way down the aisle with drinks. My ears were now muffled worse and I started seeing black spots... not to mention I kept pulling out the barf bag, certain I'd puke and then putting it back in the seat, determined to not need it.
The stewardess got to me. I was in the aisle seat. There was a man in the window seat to my right. I heard her ask through my muffled ears if I wanted a drink. I tried to say water... I'm not sure anything came out. "Do you need water, you said?" "No. No... actually... just.... bathroom!" I was trying really hard to talk. The man to my right looked at me, "You don't look so good..." "Bathroom!" I said again. "Where's the bathroom?"
The stewardess pulled her cart out of the way and pointed to the back of the plane. The black dots in my vision were getting worse and I was so tired. I was getting even more tired. I grabbed the backs of people's seats as I stood up. I didn't even notice until later that I think the people were actually leaning forward in their seats for me to grab the backs. The black dots were getting thicker and I couldn't even hear muffles anymore.
And then I was dreaming. I was asleep, in a nice comfortable place. Finally asleep, right where I needed to be. It felt so good! I heard muffled voices. They were saying things like, "Is she okay?" "I think she passed out!" "Somebody check her pulse!" "Did she faint?"
Who fainted? I'm an EMT! I can help! Who passed out!? Maybe I should help them. I tried to open my eyes. I was looking up into about eight people's faces from the floor of the aisle of the plane. Everyone was staring at me. I couldn't believe it. I was so comfortable here. This was a dream. I closed my eyes again, but the voices continued.
This can't be happening! It can't be real! I'm dreaming. I'll wake up any second. My eyes fluttered open again. Through the black dots I heard more muffled whispers. It slowly but surely occurred to me that this was reality. I was seriously on the floor of a plane passed out.
I started to stand up. The sound was coming back better and better. My vision was getting better. I sat up and the stewardess was right there beside me. I walked back to my seat and sat down. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Then a thought occurred to me. "I'm fine!" I told them. "Don't let them turn the plane around! I'm fine. I promise, I'm totally fine! We have to go to Denver!"
The stewardess assured me they wouldn't land the plane and then asked if I wanted oxygen. I at first said no, but she brought it anyway. As soon as she forced the non-rebreather over my face I felt better. "It happens all the time, dear." She assured me.
Everyone was still staring at me. The guy beside me asked if this happened before. Nope. I kind of have brown outs, but I've never actually gone all the way to the floor. I offered to hold the oxygen tank so the stewardess didn't have to stand there, but for some reason she didn't trust me. So the guy across the aisle had to hold it.
After I started feeling better it occurred to me just how embarrassing the situation was. It was a small plane and I swear every single eye was on me, including the one and only stewardess. The stewardess came back a few minutes later and told me that after we landed they wanted me to stay on the plane a little longer to get me checked out by some medical personnel. "It's local protocol. Do you want me to see if there's a doctor on board now?"
"No, it's fine. Really, I feel fine. It's okay."
I don't even know why she was asking me these questions because she then got up and said over the loudsystem of the plane, "If there's a doctor on board, please press your call button now." I heard about four "dings." I turned around to see the lights coming on one by one. The guy sitting across the aisle and back one seat had hit his button. He came out into the aisle. He told me he was an ER trauma doctor and asked me some questions. He eventually decided it wasn't super serious, recommended I see a doctor when I get home, and went back to his seat.
The lady in front of me turned around. "You're traveling alone?" She said, obviously overhearing our conversation. Her eight year old daughter kept staring at me between the seats. "Yes." I told her. "Well, you have to promise me you'll call your mom as soon as you get off the plane. I have two daughters... and... I just... I feel so bad for your mother not being here right now. Just be sure to call her, okay?" "Yeah, I'm planning on it. It's fine though." Inside my head I was thinking, "Yeah, I'm gonna call her but she probably won't even believe me. It took me long enough laying on the floor to believe me!"
The man to my right turned to me again. "Feeling better?" He asked. "Yeah. The oxygen's really helping." Although every time I removed the non-rebreather from my face to talk I started getting dizzy and sick feeling again.
"You know," he went on, "I was on a plane once where someone had an emergency like that. But after we landed, they actually let that guy get off first instead of having to wait for everyone else to leave. I wonder if they'll do that for you too."
"Yeah, I hope not. I'm already embarrassed enough and I'd feel bad making you guys wait..."
He just smiled. The stewardess already told me that I'd be the one waiting. And my connecting flight wasn't for about an hour and a half so I had time.
The plane eventually landed and came to a stop. Everyone got up and starting getting their luggage and such. I turned to the guy beside me and said that I'd let him out as soon as I could get into the aisle. Then the loudspeaker came on again.
"Will everyone please take their seats for just a moment."
Everyone sat down again surprisingly fast. Then about four EMTs rushed on board and asked hurriedly, "Where's the victim?"
I wanted to melt into the ground. Actually, I half wanted to turn around and look expectantly behind me for whoever they were looking for. Unfortunately, every eye on the plane was still on me and I was the one holding the oxygen tank with a bright yellow cup strapped to my face.
I grabbed my bag as they rushed me off the plane. I chuckled to myself as we passed two wheelchairs and a stretcher as we hurried down the hall into the airport. Seriously? I passed out, I didn't have a heart attack! The main EMT guy I was with asked if I wanted a wheelchair. I told him no and he actually listened to me. We sat down at one of the chairs and soon after, everyone else started filing off the plane.
After making sure I had time before my next flight he explained that they had to do some tests and work for legal reasons. They took my vitals and even did an EKG scan on me. After asking me a ton more questions he apparently decided things looked pretty normal. He asked if I wanted a ride to my next gate. I said no, I'd be fine. I figured getting my blood circulating by walking would be good. He made me promise that I would tell someone if I felt the slightest bit woozy again and told me the only requisite for allowing me to walk to my next gate was if I promised not to collapse.
I was still really shaky and my muscles were beginning to ache. But I didn't think I was going to puke. I think it was at that time that I noticed I never even made it to the bathroom. Actually, as the guy in the aisle across from me told me, I didn't even make it four feet.
Anyway, so if anyone was wondering, in order to make sure you're the first passenger off an airplane, you have to get sick, have a heart attack, or faint. But, you have to realize that you'll be kept for questions for about ten minutes after wards, so I wouldn't necessarily recommend it. Oh, and also it's highly embarrassing to faint in public.
And if you're wondering I feel fine now. I think it was just a lot of stress and the lack of sleep and food and I had just finished finals and cleaning for white glove and hadn't eaten real food in like a week and was excited to come home and just a pile of things like that all creeping up at me at once. I did fine through my next two planes flights. Felt a little sick, tired, and shaky, but that was all.
The end. :)
Well, I got on the plane feeling fine. We took off, one of my favorite parts of the ride. We were in the air. I started feeling sick. Really really sick. I grabbed the barf bag and looked at it. I felt sicker. I pulled out my tray thing and rested my head on it after putting the barf bag back in the pocket. My ears started going all weird. As if they were inside a bubble... everything sounded muffled. I vaguely noticed the stewardess making her way down the aisle with drinks. My ears were now muffled worse and I started seeing black spots... not to mention I kept pulling out the barf bag, certain I'd puke and then putting it back in the seat, determined to not need it.
The stewardess got to me. I was in the aisle seat. There was a man in the window seat to my right. I heard her ask through my muffled ears if I wanted a drink. I tried to say water... I'm not sure anything came out. "Do you need water, you said?" "No. No... actually... just.... bathroom!" I was trying really hard to talk. The man to my right looked at me, "You don't look so good..." "Bathroom!" I said again. "Where's the bathroom?"
The stewardess pulled her cart out of the way and pointed to the back of the plane. The black dots in my vision were getting worse and I was so tired. I was getting even more tired. I grabbed the backs of people's seats as I stood up. I didn't even notice until later that I think the people were actually leaning forward in their seats for me to grab the backs. The black dots were getting thicker and I couldn't even hear muffles anymore.
And then I was dreaming. I was asleep, in a nice comfortable place. Finally asleep, right where I needed to be. It felt so good! I heard muffled voices. They were saying things like, "Is she okay?" "I think she passed out!" "Somebody check her pulse!" "Did she faint?"
Who fainted? I'm an EMT! I can help! Who passed out!? Maybe I should help them. I tried to open my eyes. I was looking up into about eight people's faces from the floor of the aisle of the plane. Everyone was staring at me. I couldn't believe it. I was so comfortable here. This was a dream. I closed my eyes again, but the voices continued.
This can't be happening! It can't be real! I'm dreaming. I'll wake up any second. My eyes fluttered open again. Through the black dots I heard more muffled whispers. It slowly but surely occurred to me that this was reality. I was seriously on the floor of a plane passed out.
I started to stand up. The sound was coming back better and better. My vision was getting better. I sat up and the stewardess was right there beside me. I walked back to my seat and sat down. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Then a thought occurred to me. "I'm fine!" I told them. "Don't let them turn the plane around! I'm fine. I promise, I'm totally fine! We have to go to Denver!"
The stewardess assured me they wouldn't land the plane and then asked if I wanted oxygen. I at first said no, but she brought it anyway. As soon as she forced the non-rebreather over my face I felt better. "It happens all the time, dear." She assured me.
Everyone was still staring at me. The guy beside me asked if this happened before. Nope. I kind of have brown outs, but I've never actually gone all the way to the floor. I offered to hold the oxygen tank so the stewardess didn't have to stand there, but for some reason she didn't trust me. So the guy across the aisle had to hold it.
After I started feeling better it occurred to me just how embarrassing the situation was. It was a small plane and I swear every single eye was on me, including the one and only stewardess. The stewardess came back a few minutes later and told me that after we landed they wanted me to stay on the plane a little longer to get me checked out by some medical personnel. "It's local protocol. Do you want me to see if there's a doctor on board now?"
"No, it's fine. Really, I feel fine. It's okay."
I don't even know why she was asking me these questions because she then got up and said over the loudsystem of the plane, "If there's a doctor on board, please press your call button now." I heard about four "dings." I turned around to see the lights coming on one by one. The guy sitting across the aisle and back one seat had hit his button. He came out into the aisle. He told me he was an ER trauma doctor and asked me some questions. He eventually decided it wasn't super serious, recommended I see a doctor when I get home, and went back to his seat.
The lady in front of me turned around. "You're traveling alone?" She said, obviously overhearing our conversation. Her eight year old daughter kept staring at me between the seats. "Yes." I told her. "Well, you have to promise me you'll call your mom as soon as you get off the plane. I have two daughters... and... I just... I feel so bad for your mother not being here right now. Just be sure to call her, okay?" "Yeah, I'm planning on it. It's fine though." Inside my head I was thinking, "Yeah, I'm gonna call her but she probably won't even believe me. It took me long enough laying on the floor to believe me!"
The man to my right turned to me again. "Feeling better?" He asked. "Yeah. The oxygen's really helping." Although every time I removed the non-rebreather from my face to talk I started getting dizzy and sick feeling again.
"You know," he went on, "I was on a plane once where someone had an emergency like that. But after we landed, they actually let that guy get off first instead of having to wait for everyone else to leave. I wonder if they'll do that for you too."
"Yeah, I hope not. I'm already embarrassed enough and I'd feel bad making you guys wait..."
He just smiled. The stewardess already told me that I'd be the one waiting. And my connecting flight wasn't for about an hour and a half so I had time.
The plane eventually landed and came to a stop. Everyone got up and starting getting their luggage and such. I turned to the guy beside me and said that I'd let him out as soon as I could get into the aisle. Then the loudspeaker came on again.
"Will everyone please take their seats for just a moment."
Everyone sat down again surprisingly fast. Then about four EMTs rushed on board and asked hurriedly, "Where's the victim?"
I wanted to melt into the ground. Actually, I half wanted to turn around and look expectantly behind me for whoever they were looking for. Unfortunately, every eye on the plane was still on me and I was the one holding the oxygen tank with a bright yellow cup strapped to my face.
I grabbed my bag as they rushed me off the plane. I chuckled to myself as we passed two wheelchairs and a stretcher as we hurried down the hall into the airport. Seriously? I passed out, I didn't have a heart attack! The main EMT guy I was with asked if I wanted a wheelchair. I told him no and he actually listened to me. We sat down at one of the chairs and soon after, everyone else started filing off the plane.
After making sure I had time before my next flight he explained that they had to do some tests and work for legal reasons. They took my vitals and even did an EKG scan on me. After asking me a ton more questions he apparently decided things looked pretty normal. He asked if I wanted a ride to my next gate. I said no, I'd be fine. I figured getting my blood circulating by walking would be good. He made me promise that I would tell someone if I felt the slightest bit woozy again and told me the only requisite for allowing me to walk to my next gate was if I promised not to collapse.
I was still really shaky and my muscles were beginning to ache. But I didn't think I was going to puke. I think it was at that time that I noticed I never even made it to the bathroom. Actually, as the guy in the aisle across from me told me, I didn't even make it four feet.
Anyway, so if anyone was wondering, in order to make sure you're the first passenger off an airplane, you have to get sick, have a heart attack, or faint. But, you have to realize that you'll be kept for questions for about ten minutes after wards, so I wouldn't necessarily recommend it. Oh, and also it's highly embarrassing to faint in public.
And if you're wondering I feel fine now. I think it was just a lot of stress and the lack of sleep and food and I had just finished finals and cleaning for white glove and hadn't eaten real food in like a week and was excited to come home and just a pile of things like that all creeping up at me at once. I did fine through my next two planes flights. Felt a little sick, tired, and shaky, but that was all.
The end. :)
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Why I Feel Well Balanced... and Classes and stuff
I slept for 11 hours last night. Ahhhh, it felt so stinkin' good!
Looks like this semester I'm going to be the messiest person in the apartment. My roommates are all super cleaners. Although I think it's had a good effect on me. I've actually been making my bed (ch, yeah, we'll see how long that continues..) Anyway, maybe it's just cuz it's the first week of school but our apartment is so clean you'd wonder if people even lived here.
So far all my classes seem fun and manageable. However, there are so many of them it's a lot to think about. I have so many different assignments for different classes due on different days that I'm freaking out every minute scared that a due date is gonna pass me by. I'm just going to have to be mega careful about putting every single thing in my planner. Unfortunately I learned yesterday that my planner isn't big enough to fit everything that I need to do. I'm going to have to come up with a better system. I feel like my classes this semester are requiring a lot more work and effort than any of my other classes have before. Maybe it's cuz I'm a Junior and I'm taking upper level classes. Or maybe I'm just getting dumber. Hmmm...
My roommates all seem cool. It's only the second day so I really don't know them that well yet. One's a first semester freshman (my room roommate) and the other two are sophomores who knew each other pretty much since day one, I think. But do you get what that means? For the first time in history I'm the oldest one in this apartment. I've always been the youngest and suddenly I'm bumped up to oldest.
That's really no big deal at all... I just thought I share it with you. It'll be a weird change. Actually, things will probably just stay the same. Hmmm...
I haven't really met anyone from the ward yet; although I've seen some people around and did the whole smile and wave, "How are you?" thing. It's been fun.
I'm definitely not loving this disgusting, horrible weather. I'm actually wondering how I've survived it the past two years and I find myself wondering daily why anyone would want to live here! The snow is disgusting, the mountains are gray and gross, the cold eats my face alive, just the feeling of being outside makes me want to cry and I have to pay attention to every step I take when I'm out there telling myself, "Be careful, because this next step could be my last." Stupid ice.
Kay I'm done. I like school. I like my classes. My teachers all seem fun so far (although it's only the second day.. things could totally change). And, most importantly, there are super cute, available, decent guys everywhere. :)
Looks like this semester I'm going to be the messiest person in the apartment. My roommates are all super cleaners. Although I think it's had a good effect on me. I've actually been making my bed (ch, yeah, we'll see how long that continues..) Anyway, maybe it's just cuz it's the first week of school but our apartment is so clean you'd wonder if people even lived here.
So far all my classes seem fun and manageable. However, there are so many of them it's a lot to think about. I have so many different assignments for different classes due on different days that I'm freaking out every minute scared that a due date is gonna pass me by. I'm just going to have to be mega careful about putting every single thing in my planner. Unfortunately I learned yesterday that my planner isn't big enough to fit everything that I need to do. I'm going to have to come up with a better system. I feel like my classes this semester are requiring a lot more work and effort than any of my other classes have before. Maybe it's cuz I'm a Junior and I'm taking upper level classes. Or maybe I'm just getting dumber. Hmmm...
My roommates all seem cool. It's only the second day so I really don't know them that well yet. One's a first semester freshman (my room roommate) and the other two are sophomores who knew each other pretty much since day one, I think. But do you get what that means? For the first time in history I'm the oldest one in this apartment. I've always been the youngest and suddenly I'm bumped up to oldest.
That's really no big deal at all... I just thought I share it with you. It'll be a weird change. Actually, things will probably just stay the same. Hmmm...
I haven't really met anyone from the ward yet; although I've seen some people around and did the whole smile and wave, "How are you?" thing. It's been fun.
I'm definitely not loving this disgusting, horrible weather. I'm actually wondering how I've survived it the past two years and I find myself wondering daily why anyone would want to live here! The snow is disgusting, the mountains are gray and gross, the cold eats my face alive, just the feeling of being outside makes me want to cry and I have to pay attention to every step I take when I'm out there telling myself, "Be careful, because this next step could be my last." Stupid ice.
Kay I'm done. I like school. I like my classes. My teachers all seem fun so far (although it's only the second day.. things could totally change). And, most importantly, there are super cute, available, decent guys everywhere. :)
Thursday, December 3, 2009
American Adventure!
Normally I would have had yesterday and today off. And by "normally" I mean "this week" because let's face it, my life schedule is absolutely not normal.
Either way I picked up shifts for both days. Yesterday was American Adventure and today I worked in Strollers for the second time.
American Adventure was fantastic! It was amazing because I got to be outside almost the whole time. And in case you don't know, American Adventure is where the EPCOT Candlelight Processional takes place. The Candlelight Processional basically is just a bunch of singing and a Christmas narration by some famous person. The night I worked it was John O'Hurley. In case you don't know who he is (cuz I certainly didn't) think Seinfeld, Family Feud and Dancing with the Stars. He was apparently on all of those. I have to admit, I didn't know the name, but when I saw him in person I totally recognized the face. I just can't wait for Abigail Breslin and Whoopi Goldberg to come later this month!
Anyway, all night was spent listening to a fantastic, enormous choir sing Christmas songs along with a narration that was beautiful. It ended with Holiday Illuminations (exactly like regular Illuminations, except at the end they add MORE fireworks and MORE music!) and then we went inside, hung out for a while, and ERs were handed out!
I completely forgot today was Thursday. Thursday is my class. I completely forgot I had class. I completely blanked. And I woke up at 10:30am (my class goes 8-10) and was so mad at myself. I went into the living room freaking out about it. Not that the class really matters that much. I'm mostly just taking it for personal satisfaction. If I fail it does nothing to me in any way really. But still... personal satisfaction!
So I got up my courage and emailed the teacher. We're only allowed to miss a single class and I missed one for my grandpa's funeral a few weeks ago. Then we're allowed to, one time only, switch to Friday's class and attend then. I gave that up the week before last to eat breakfast with the princesses in Norway. And then last week was Thanksgiving so class was canceled. So this week I blanked. I explained it to the teacher humbly apologizing and saying that I realized I messed up and should be dropped but if there was any hope for me I'd love to snag it.
And she told me I was fine and she'd see me in class tomorrow morning. Whew! I never thought I had a problem with sleeping through important stuff but apparently I'm getting worse. As long as I don't sleep through work though... ugh. That would suck.
A kid in my program was terminated today. A guests said he "thought" he saw this kid stealing so the kid was terminated. At least, that's how everyone explained it to me. When the actual manager was telling us about it he simply said, "Don't freak out about him getting termed. You kids need to realize that there are cameras They are everywhere. Just remember that. As long as you're being honest, you're fine."
Well, good. So strollers was pretty fun. I drove an ECV for the first time and I've finally mastered returning them. Also, I went into the EPCOT tunnels. Didn't even know we had 'em but yep. EPCOT's got tunnels and they're actually surprisingly big! They're just like Magic Kingdom's tunnels except there are less. So neat.
And then I came home and now I'm here and I need to sleep if I'm going to wake up at 7:30 for an 8am class. Then I can come home and sleep some more because tomorrow I work 5:30p-1:30am. Today I worked 3:30p-12a. Ugh.
Either way I picked up shifts for both days. Yesterday was American Adventure and today I worked in Strollers for the second time.
American Adventure was fantastic! It was amazing because I got to be outside almost the whole time. And in case you don't know, American Adventure is where the EPCOT Candlelight Processional takes place. The Candlelight Processional basically is just a bunch of singing and a Christmas narration by some famous person. The night I worked it was John O'Hurley. In case you don't know who he is (cuz I certainly didn't) think Seinfeld, Family Feud and Dancing with the Stars. He was apparently on all of those. I have to admit, I didn't know the name, but when I saw him in person I totally recognized the face. I just can't wait for Abigail Breslin and Whoopi Goldberg to come later this month!
Anyway, all night was spent listening to a fantastic, enormous choir sing Christmas songs along with a narration that was beautiful. It ended with Holiday Illuminations (exactly like regular Illuminations, except at the end they add MORE fireworks and MORE music!) and then we went inside, hung out for a while, and ERs were handed out!
I completely forgot today was Thursday. Thursday is my class. I completely forgot I had class. I completely blanked. And I woke up at 10:30am (my class goes 8-10) and was so mad at myself. I went into the living room freaking out about it. Not that the class really matters that much. I'm mostly just taking it for personal satisfaction. If I fail it does nothing to me in any way really. But still... personal satisfaction!
So I got up my courage and emailed the teacher. We're only allowed to miss a single class and I missed one for my grandpa's funeral a few weeks ago. Then we're allowed to, one time only, switch to Friday's class and attend then. I gave that up the week before last to eat breakfast with the princesses in Norway. And then last week was Thanksgiving so class was canceled. So this week I blanked. I explained it to the teacher humbly apologizing and saying that I realized I messed up and should be dropped but if there was any hope for me I'd love to snag it.
And she told me I was fine and she'd see me in class tomorrow morning. Whew! I never thought I had a problem with sleeping through important stuff but apparently I'm getting worse. As long as I don't sleep through work though... ugh. That would suck.
A kid in my program was terminated today. A guests said he "thought" he saw this kid stealing so the kid was terminated. At least, that's how everyone explained it to me. When the actual manager was telling us about it he simply said, "Don't freak out about him getting termed. You kids need to realize that there are cameras They are everywhere. Just remember that. As long as you're being honest, you're fine."
Well, good. So strollers was pretty fun. I drove an ECV for the first time and I've finally mastered returning them. Also, I went into the EPCOT tunnels. Didn't even know we had 'em but yep. EPCOT's got tunnels and they're actually surprisingly big! They're just like Magic Kingdom's tunnels except there are less. So neat.
And then I came home and now I'm here and I need to sleep if I'm going to wake up at 7:30 for an 8am class. Then I can come home and sleep some more because tomorrow I work 5:30p-1:30am. Today I worked 3:30p-12a. Ugh.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Silly People
I lost my voice. It's just gone. Actually, it's not totally gone, but it's sure hurting my throat a lot.
I saw the Tinker Bell movie the other night. It was cute. I can't WAIT for the newest Disney princess movie to come out this December. The Princess and the Frog it's called. Apparently it's animated and just like the old classic films. I'm so excited for it!
In another side of things...
I get really annoyed when I get the whiny guests that I can tell like to just manipulate people all they can as a hobby. I don't mind giving real, genuine, decent guests free things. For example a little girl was crying the other day because one of her pins fell off her lanyard. I got down and let her pick her favorite pin from my lanyard and gave it to her. So cute and the parents were thrilled.
I had 46 hours last week, 48 this week, and 44 next week. Before I came here I figured if I could work between 40 and 45 hours a week every week while here I'd be fine. Guess what? I'm doin' fine.
The sad part though is that most of my shifts are 10-7 or 11-6 type shifts. And I only have one day off a week. So there's pretty much no time to play. Ever. My life basically consists of getting up, showering, making a quick breakfast, throwing a sandwich together for lunch, going to work, getting home, cleaning the kitchen, messing on the computer for about half an hour, cleaning some more, making dinner, going to bed. Every day. On my one day off I get really excited to sleep in.
And I just noticed it's almost 1am. When did THAT happen!? What the? Well, I have to wake up at 7am tomorrow so I'm going to go now. Anyway, hope this was a good enough update. :)
I saw the Tinker Bell movie the other night. It was cute. I can't WAIT for the newest Disney princess movie to come out this December. The Princess and the Frog it's called. Apparently it's animated and just like the old classic films. I'm so excited for it!
In another side of things...
I get really annoyed when I get the whiny guests that I can tell like to just manipulate people all they can as a hobby. I don't mind giving real, genuine, decent guests free things. For example a little girl was crying the other day because one of her pins fell off her lanyard. I got down and let her pick her favorite pin from my lanyard and gave it to her. So cute and the parents were thrilled.
I had 46 hours last week, 48 this week, and 44 next week. Before I came here I figured if I could work between 40 and 45 hours a week every week while here I'd be fine. Guess what? I'm doin' fine.
The sad part though is that most of my shifts are 10-7 or 11-6 type shifts. And I only have one day off a week. So there's pretty much no time to play. Ever. My life basically consists of getting up, showering, making a quick breakfast, throwing a sandwich together for lunch, going to work, getting home, cleaning the kitchen, messing on the computer for about half an hour, cleaning some more, making dinner, going to bed. Every day. On my one day off I get really excited to sleep in.
And I just noticed it's almost 1am. When did THAT happen!? What the? Well, I have to wake up at 7am tomorrow so I'm going to go now. Anyway, hope this was a good enough update. :)
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Scarred For Life
We had a slumber party the other night. We stayed up late watching Disney movies (well, okay it was just one, Hercules) and then in the morning we decided we wanted to wake up early and go to Hollywood Studios (what used to be MGM Studios for those that don't know). That way we could avoid the crowds, but we'd have to wake up around 7 or 8am.
So the next morning my friend gets up and gets a drink of water while were all still sleeping on the floor right by the kitchen. Heather pours her glass and then shakes it.
After hearing the water slosh around in the glass I was up and ready for the day immediately.
Thanks Mom. Thanks a lot.
In other news, Hollywood Studios is an amazing place to hang out. We went on Rock n' Roller Coaster three times as well as Tower of Terror three times. So freakin' awesome! We also saw a bunch of shows like Beauty and the Beast and Lights, Motors, Action!
I have a gazillion pictures but won't post them now cuz I have to get to work.
So the next morning my friend gets up and gets a drink of water while were all still sleeping on the floor right by the kitchen. Heather pours her glass and then shakes it.
After hearing the water slosh around in the glass I was up and ready for the day immediately.
Thanks Mom. Thanks a lot.
In other news, Hollywood Studios is an amazing place to hang out. We went on Rock n' Roller Coaster three times as well as Tower of Terror three times. So freakin' awesome! We also saw a bunch of shows like Beauty and the Beast and Lights, Motors, Action!
I have a gazillion pictures but won't post them now cuz I have to get to work.
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