Amber Earns Her Ears: My Secret Walt Disney World Cast Member Diary by Amber Sewell Page B
Authors: Amber Sewell
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wandered around to the food area, only to find it gated up, the container of utensils inconveniently out of reach. Already impatient for my shift to be over, I took my Tupperware container out of the microwave and found an isolated seat in the sparsely-populated dining area. Eating pasta with my fingers was a pleasant way to break up the frustrating day. One of the guys from the Facebook group who I’d met during check-in drifted over to where I was sitting, and we chatted for a bit, he complimenting me on my lovely white handkerchief and glowing air of positivity. Far too soon, my break was over, and I made my way past the dumpsters to the CDS trailer, ready to clock in and receive my closing assignment. Bussing, of course.
Thankfully, a few other CPs were also bussing, and as the area filtered out after Fantasmic, it was nice to chat with them; I had spent most of the day in silence. I watched in exasperated amusement as a guest hopped up on one of the tables and broke it; there’s something funny about how people who have done something stupid always look hurriedly around to see whether anyone is watching them. I went and told a manager, who came out to see if he could fix it, then went back to sweeping up chips and scooting benches under tables.
When my shift ended, I walked to the bus stop with a few of the other girls from Sunset Ranch. We plopped down on the concrete, exhausted, and waited a good hour or so until the bus arrived to take me home.
The next day was no better. I clocked in, got a slip of paper with my assignment, and told the woman in the area I was supposed to take over that she could go back to the CDS for her assignment. Not ten minutes later, she had returned, grabbing hold of my arm and pulling me backstage. Not exactly in the best of moods, I dug my heels in and waited until she let go of me before I walked any farther. She refused to answer any of my questions as to why I was being dragged backstage, only to say that the leader wanted to see me. Thoroughly bewildered at this woman’s anger, and starting to get a little peeved myself, I walked into the trailer, only to have the manager ask if I had taken over for the Cast Member who had dragged me back. I replied that I had, and the leader dismissed me without any other comment.
I was put on scooping ice cream at some point in the day, which was probably my favorite position at Sunset Ranch. Unfortunately, I had hurt my wrist earlier at EU working on the fryers, and scooping ice cream all day wasn’t making things any better. But making apple crumbles and sundaes was so much better than assembling burgers in a hot little building or filling up cups with Coke.
Needless to say, when the time came for me to pack up and head to the Orlando airport to fly back home for my high school graduation, I was thrilled. No more work at Sunset Ranch! During my short time there, I hadn’t really spoken to anyone, and had scarcely seen a manager’s face. There had been some people who were quite nice, but just as many who were not. Driving Dinosaur to the airport, on a fairly empty highway, in the still-dark hours of the morning, was a heavenly experience.
Back in Tennessee, I put on my cap and gown (and my Mickey Mouse graduation ears, which my principal wouldn’t let me walk with), and sat for a couple of hours in the overheated gymnasium between two pregnant girls, zoning out during the valedictorian’s speech and wondering who all these people were that I could have sworn I’d never seen. I walked across the stage, chatted with the few fellow graduates who I knew and liked, and said thank you to the family members who had come to see me.
I was back in Florida in no time. I walked in to my apartment, threw down my bags, and hopped online. And saw a lovely message from one of my managers, Eddie, telling me to not worry, but I should come in and talk to him as soon as possible.
Throwing a vexed look at my computer, I went back downstairs and drove to
Thankfully, a few other CPs were also bussing, and as the area filtered out after Fantasmic, it was nice to chat with them; I had spent most of the day in silence. I watched in exasperated amusement as a guest hopped up on one of the tables and broke it; there’s something funny about how people who have done something stupid always look hurriedly around to see whether anyone is watching them. I went and told a manager, who came out to see if he could fix it, then went back to sweeping up chips and scooting benches under tables.
When my shift ended, I walked to the bus stop with a few of the other girls from Sunset Ranch. We plopped down on the concrete, exhausted, and waited a good hour or so until the bus arrived to take me home.
The next day was no better. I clocked in, got a slip of paper with my assignment, and told the woman in the area I was supposed to take over that she could go back to the CDS for her assignment. Not ten minutes later, she had returned, grabbing hold of my arm and pulling me backstage. Not exactly in the best of moods, I dug my heels in and waited until she let go of me before I walked any farther. She refused to answer any of my questions as to why I was being dragged backstage, only to say that the leader wanted to see me. Thoroughly bewildered at this woman’s anger, and starting to get a little peeved myself, I walked into the trailer, only to have the manager ask if I had taken over for the Cast Member who had dragged me back. I replied that I had, and the leader dismissed me without any other comment.
I was put on scooping ice cream at some point in the day, which was probably my favorite position at Sunset Ranch. Unfortunately, I had hurt my wrist earlier at EU working on the fryers, and scooping ice cream all day wasn’t making things any better. But making apple crumbles and sundaes was so much better than assembling burgers in a hot little building or filling up cups with Coke.
Needless to say, when the time came for me to pack up and head to the Orlando airport to fly back home for my high school graduation, I was thrilled. No more work at Sunset Ranch! During my short time there, I hadn’t really spoken to anyone, and had scarcely seen a manager’s face. There had been some people who were quite nice, but just as many who were not. Driving Dinosaur to the airport, on a fairly empty highway, in the still-dark hours of the morning, was a heavenly experience.
Back in Tennessee, I put on my cap and gown (and my Mickey Mouse graduation ears, which my principal wouldn’t let me walk with), and sat for a couple of hours in the overheated gymnasium between two pregnant girls, zoning out during the valedictorian’s speech and wondering who all these people were that I could have sworn I’d never seen. I walked across the stage, chatted with the few fellow graduates who I knew and liked, and said thank you to the family members who had come to see me.
I was back in Florida in no time. I walked in to my apartment, threw down my bags, and hopped online. And saw a lovely message from one of my managers, Eddie, telling me to not worry, but I should come in and talk to him as soon as possible.
Throwing a vexed look at my computer, I went back downstairs and drove to
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