BAGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. I am living in Florida. Right NOW- I am in Florida. I can't believe how lucky I am! Let me update you a little bit:
So on Saturday night (The night before I was supposed to fly out) I noticed that I hadn't received any word from Delta about my flight the following day. I thought this was strange, but since my dad is the one who booked it, I didn't worry to much, thinking he has received my itinerary etc...
So I told my dad, and he told me that he hadn't received any thing either, then proceeded to call Delta Airlines to figure out what was happening. Because of the storm that was hitting Atlanta Georgia (Where I had a small layover), my flight had been rescheduled for Monday. Well- Monday wasn't going to work out because Monday was the day I was supposed to CHECK INto Disney. I really didn't want to get stranded in an airport half way across the country or be late to my Disney program. Luckily we didn't have too many problems finding a different and easier flight. Instead of leaving Sunday night, I had to leave Sunday morning at 6 in the morning. I found a flight from Oakland California to Salt Lake, Then from Salt Lake to Orlando. (BLESSING NUMBER ONE)
Now, the following is a very lengthy and stressful scary story. If you don't want to hear it, then skip to the bottom of this next paragraph after it says Blessing number two
My flights went rather smoothly. We had no major problems and arrived on time. Because I made it to Orlando on Sunday night, and wasn't allowed to check into Disney until Monday, my dad help me book a hotel room for the night. After I got my baggage I called my hotel to have them send a shuttle to come and get me and they told me exactly when and where to meet them. I found the shuttle stop easily and without any problems and started to wait patiently. A lot of shuttles and taxi's were zooming in and out of the parking spaces whisking people away to their various destinations. I waited about 15 minutes (The estimated wait time for the shuttle), When a black shuttle/van drove up to the curb next to me, and the driver got out, and asked a lady near me if she was going to the Hyatt. She told him no, and then he turned to me and asked (In broken english) if I was supposed to go to the Hyatt (Which I was). So I told him yes and he helped me get my suitcases into the back of his car. In his van there were also two business men who I assumed were also going to my hotel. We started driving, but then we passed the Hyatt. That confused me, but I didn't worry because I recognized the name of the city we were going to as the city that I would be living in. I just thought that maybe it was a good thing because my hotel was closer to where I would have to check into in the morning. But slowly (and after about a 30 minute ride) we drove up to the Hyatt Resort which was big, beautiful and probably 5 stars. Well I KNEW that this wasn't the right place, And I was so confused! The two buisnessmen in the van with me got out, payed the driver and went inside. When they payed him, suddenly it hit me that his guy was a PRIVATE SERVICE. I started panicking because I wasn't at the right place, and this guy had sort of tricked me into coming this far. I explained to him that I had misunderstood when he said he was taking people to the Hyatt. I asked him if he would take me to the Hyatt Hotel. He said that he would but it would cost me $45 on top of the $25 I supposedly owed him for the ride to the resort. I almost started crying. I was freaking out because I didn't have a ton of money and I had totally been tricked into coming with this guy! So I payed him the $25 and I called my dad and explained the situation. He told me to get my stuff out of the shuttle and to take it inside the resort and ask the people at the resort if THEIR shuttle could take me to the hotel. As I started taking my stuff inside the resort, the guy told me that If i gave him the address to the hotel, then he would look it up in his GPS. While he was looking the address up, I called my dad again and he had me give him this guys licence plate number. Once he realized that the hotel was RIGHT BY the airport, he said that since he was going back there anyway he would just drop me off. So I got back INTO his car, and started driving toward the hotel. I don't know if I was because he could tell that I was on the verge of tears, or because he over heard me giving my dad the licence plate number, but he told me that "since it was a misunderstanding he would give me my money back". After he have my money back, I felt a lot better, but I was still stressing out. When we arrived at the hotel, the manager came out and as we taking my suitcase out of the back of this guys van she started lecturing this guy about how he had misrepresented himself and how he tricked me into coming with him. I was glad she was there because if he hadn't given my money back already, I am sure she would have bullied him until he had. It was so comforting to finally have someone looking out for me. As we went inside she told me that my dad had called her and explained what happened and gave her his licence plate number. She was really helpful and nice. I was so shaken up!!! (The fact that I arrived to my hotel safely= Blessing number two)
On Monday morning I (safely, and SMOOTHLY) took the ACTUAL shuttle from the hotel back to the airport, only to ride the shuttle from the airport to my apartment complex.
Once we got to the Apartments we checked in. We got our Disney Security ID's. and all this information about the next few days, as well as getting a housing assignment and key. I was getting really excited because everyone was so friendly and excited to meet new people!!!! After all that boring stuff (That I won't go into detail for your sakes) I got on ANOTHER bus to go to my ACTUAL apartment. I ended up sitting right behind my roommate and across the aisle from my other two roommates. I was glad I met them on the bus because we got a chance to chat and learn a little bit about ourselves before we arrived at the apartment, and we all got to see the apartment at the same time. A few hours later, we had to go to "Casting" Which was when I found out EXACTLY where I would be working. Which is:
(Dun dudda DON:)
Magic Kingdom
Fantasy Land
Pinocchio's Village Haus
How many of YOU get to work somewhere as adorable and Magical as this???? None- Probably.
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Destination A is where I live.
Destination B is where the Magic Kingdom is.
I have about a 30-60 Bus ride every day for work. (Awesome....)
Here is a brief Summary of the Week:
Tuesday- Just a housing meeting. NBD.
Wednesday- TRADITIONS!!! So fun! We got to learn a little bit about the history of disney, we got our NAMETAGS!!!! and we even got to see Cinderella, Repunzel, Flynn Ryder, minnie and of coarse- the big CHEESE himself- MICKEY! TWICE! aaah. I am going to like this job. I am so excited. I have already made so many friends. My roommates are so fun! I will try to update more often, but I am tired of typing and being on the computer so.......
.... To be continued....
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