Ema Earns Her Ears: My Secret Walt Disney World Cast Member Diary (Earning Your Ears Book 2) by Ema Hutton Page A
Authors: Ema Hutton
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my newly created password down in a bunch of different place so I wouldn’t lose it and get locked out of my account.
Finally, we both made it to the section which would require us to link our applications so we could room together. Amy inputted my roommate number, and then I had to wait until the system let me accept her invitation. It was a bit like accepting a friend request on Facebook. After a few minutes of waiting, it came through, I accepted it, and that was that. Amy was never going to be able to escape me now, unless Disney put me in a box somewhere for the mutual good.
chapter twenty-nine
Arrival, Again
After spending 9 hours trapped on a plane, being very indecisive about what movies to watch, and actually making a decision to turn Les Miserables off and watch season 2 of Hannah Montana instead, it was safe to say I was exhausted and my brain was no longer functioning. I had been awake 14 hours, and it was only 3:20pm. I didn’t start traveling the day before, so how was it still so early in the day? Time difference. This was a major problem for everyone aboard that plane. We had got on our 9-hour flight at 11 o clock this morning, and it was the middle of the day when we landed. It confused me last year, and it confused me just as much this year.
I just wanted to sleep, but I knew if I did, then I’d be worse off, and my body’s clock even more out of joint. Amy and I decided that this time we wouldn’t do the dreaded food shop at Walmart, which is what everyone does when they first arrive, but instead we’d get just enough supplies for the next few days at the nearby Walgreens and then hit Walmart later, when it wouldn’t be so packed with College Program kids stocking up on the stuff they thought they’d need (but which they often didn’t need).
First, though, we had to collect our housing paperwork and find out where we’d be staying. Last year, I didn’t know what to expect, and so had no reason to get nervous; this year, the pressure was on. Amy and I wanted to be in the same apartment. Whether Disney wanted that, too, was something we’d soon learn.
Even though I was over 21 on this program, and eligible to stay in an apartment with others my age and not worry about Disney terming us for alcohol, I decided not to do that. Few of my friends back home understood my decision, but I hadn’t come here to drink and to watch my roommates drink. This was my chance, probably my once-in-a-lifetime chance, to be a performer at Disney World, and I wasn’t going to blow it. Many of the people I met last year had no interest in working for the company, and they acted like it—adding alcohol to that attitude would only make it worse. I didn’t want to share a room with a girl who brought back a new guy every night or who slugged from a bottle of gin every chance she got. Being in a wellness apartment took away the gin, at least, and besides, Amy wasn’t over 21 and wouldn’t be able to stay in an alcohol-friendly apartment.
The friendly Disney lady at the counter where I turned in my paperwork asked about my flight and whether I was excited to be back here. Then she handed me an envelope full of documents and wished me a magical day. I frantically opened my envelope to find my apartment complex and number.
Chatham Square, #21204.
So it wasn’t Vista Way, like we had requested, but it was a new program, and it seemed fitting that I would get to enjoy this new journey in a new complex. I was just hoping that Amy had the same apartment number.
I waited and watched as she chatted to the cast member who had her envelope. Finally, she took it and ran over to me.
Ema: What have you got?
Amy (disappointed): Chatham.
Ema: That’s okay, because I did, too. Are we together? What’s your apartment number?
Amy: 21204.
chapter thirty
Tangled Up in the Bedsheets
We had taken our seats after grabbing a handful of freshly baked cookies and a bottle of water. Next to us was a girl, Katie, whom I had sat
Finally, we both made it to the section which would require us to link our applications so we could room together. Amy inputted my roommate number, and then I had to wait until the system let me accept her invitation. It was a bit like accepting a friend request on Facebook. After a few minutes of waiting, it came through, I accepted it, and that was that. Amy was never going to be able to escape me now, unless Disney put me in a box somewhere for the mutual good.
chapter twenty-nine
Arrival, Again
After spending 9 hours trapped on a plane, being very indecisive about what movies to watch, and actually making a decision to turn Les Miserables off and watch season 2 of Hannah Montana instead, it was safe to say I was exhausted and my brain was no longer functioning. I had been awake 14 hours, and it was only 3:20pm. I didn’t start traveling the day before, so how was it still so early in the day? Time difference. This was a major problem for everyone aboard that plane. We had got on our 9-hour flight at 11 o clock this morning, and it was the middle of the day when we landed. It confused me last year, and it confused me just as much this year.
I just wanted to sleep, but I knew if I did, then I’d be worse off, and my body’s clock even more out of joint. Amy and I decided that this time we wouldn’t do the dreaded food shop at Walmart, which is what everyone does when they first arrive, but instead we’d get just enough supplies for the next few days at the nearby Walgreens and then hit Walmart later, when it wouldn’t be so packed with College Program kids stocking up on the stuff they thought they’d need (but which they often didn’t need).
First, though, we had to collect our housing paperwork and find out where we’d be staying. Last year, I didn’t know what to expect, and so had no reason to get nervous; this year, the pressure was on. Amy and I wanted to be in the same apartment. Whether Disney wanted that, too, was something we’d soon learn.
Even though I was over 21 on this program, and eligible to stay in an apartment with others my age and not worry about Disney terming us for alcohol, I decided not to do that. Few of my friends back home understood my decision, but I hadn’t come here to drink and to watch my roommates drink. This was my chance, probably my once-in-a-lifetime chance, to be a performer at Disney World, and I wasn’t going to blow it. Many of the people I met last year had no interest in working for the company, and they acted like it—adding alcohol to that attitude would only make it worse. I didn’t want to share a room with a girl who brought back a new guy every night or who slugged from a bottle of gin every chance she got. Being in a wellness apartment took away the gin, at least, and besides, Amy wasn’t over 21 and wouldn’t be able to stay in an alcohol-friendly apartment.
The friendly Disney lady at the counter where I turned in my paperwork asked about my flight and whether I was excited to be back here. Then she handed me an envelope full of documents and wished me a magical day. I frantically opened my envelope to find my apartment complex and number.
Chatham Square, #21204.
So it wasn’t Vista Way, like we had requested, but it was a new program, and it seemed fitting that I would get to enjoy this new journey in a new complex. I was just hoping that Amy had the same apartment number.
I waited and watched as she chatted to the cast member who had her envelope. Finally, she took it and ran over to me.
Ema: What have you got?
Amy (disappointed): Chatham.
Ema: That’s okay, because I did, too. Are we together? What’s your apartment number?
Amy: 21204.
chapter thirty
Tangled Up in the Bedsheets
We had taken our seats after grabbing a handful of freshly baked cookies and a bottle of water. Next to us was a girl, Katie, whom I had sat
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