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This evening, I was reading my regular twitter and FB stream and came across this article that was posted by a few friends and others.
Some are just Disney fans, others, like me, are current and former Cast Members (CMs).
The fans? They find it funny. It’s a cute anecdote to them as well as a cautionary tale.
For the CM crew (including me), we are less amused. We are more annoyed by this article. Especially those (like me), who work(ed) at Disneyland and know the “routes” (what the Fantasyland rides are called) and what it takes to cycle them up and down.
When guests lose something on a ride that flies off, or a child drops accidentally and must have back NOW-like happened to me while I was working once with a 5 year old’s favorite pair of ears-we’re totally ok with getting it, even when it means cycling down the ride and bringing it back up again. Most people understand.
But when an adult does something like tweet photos from inside dark rides (which are notorious for sharp turns and blind corners-especially the older ones) and lose their phone, and we have to retrieve it, we are less amused. We will cheerfully do it for you, because that’s the Disney way. It’s how we are as a batch of CMs. That’s why we were hired in.
What we dislike about this whole situation is that we have to deal with the aftermath. The cycling up, down and sideways and the ticked off people that the ride is down. Some rides take longer to cycle through than others. Some guests are, shall we say, less understanding than others.
One cell phone or other item can make for a good hour of downtime on some rides. Sometimes, we can’t stop the ride, and we have to listen to the stressed out complaints of the person who lost the item in the first place.
To us, you just made our day harder, not funnier.
And for those of you who say things like “that lap bar kept me from grabbing my stuff,” please remember-you are most likely the one who would get your foot caught or something like that and go after the park for an unsafe ride. That requires the ride going down for a longer period of time with an OSHA investigation and the like.
So, no. That’s not funny to me. It’s just plain annoying.
Moral of this story? Be smart with your stuff.
Isaac’s school is awesome. The teachers, the principal and the support staff are phenomenal, even with the issues that I have with the OT and PT staff. It’s why I signed on to be a room mom for Isaac this year-I figured that it wouldn’t be too bad, and my co-room mom, Amy is a joy to work with. She coordinates the parties, I do the rest-like gifts, sending out all of the emails, ect. It’s an awesome team.
Last week, the first grade team sent home an “end of year” picnic form, and I got to emailing the parents to bring things in. Normally, Amy would handle this, but hey-she’s in the middle of a move (and I can totally empathize) and has a million boxes all over God’s green Earth in her house and she can’t find her way out! So, I took over on this one. No biggie!
The items on the picnic list:
ice and coolers
(and the usual clean up items-they’re heading to a park!!)
No biggie! I got most the items signed up for in one shot. I ❤ the parents in my room this year!!
I figured we were all smooth sailing until….
this email came flying through from the “School Spirit Committee”
Hello Homeroom Parents!Thank you for all that you have done to support our school this year. On Monday, 6/20, in our A-Z countdown, the students will receive an “x-tra special treat.” As we have in the past, we are hoping to serve sliced watermelon to the entire school.If you are unable to purchase, and/or deliver SLICED watermelon to the school on this date, please feel free to “recruit” another parent in your child’s classroom to do so.Thank you in advance for your cooperation, and support of the Rosendale School’s A-Z countdown. Have a great summer!
That is the day the first graders are having their picnic with watermelon. I don’t know that the first grade is 1) going to want more watermelon and 2) we can ask parents to deliver a second, sliced watermelon. Do you have any alternatives to watermelon?
Over the past month, my Adventuremobile needed a few fixes. AND, it figures, both fixes needed to happen on the weekend. I had to take my Adventuremobile to the only open repair shop, because this wasn’t a fix that could wait. Especially the first one.
That repair shop?
The first time I went there, I called ahead to see if they did the work that I thought was going to be required. I had a nice gentleman pick up and assure me that they did the work that we thought my Adventuremobile required.
Well, upon having Doug open the hood, he noticed that the serpentine belt was completely shot. It as a miracle we had made it home from the hockey game the night before. There was no belt to be had, and the car was running directly off of battery-no alternator to drive said battery. I made Doug promise I’d make it from home to the repair shop to get the belt put on my car. We turned off the radio, any sort of fans or things that would drain the battery.
The car electric cut out about 4 miles from the repair shop. I prayed and coasted my car the final 4 miles to the shop. Navigating through some of the worst traffic areas that the Capital Region of NY has to offer. I pulled into the Sears parking lot, shaking from head to foot, ready to cry, because I had made it without getting hit or causing some sort of a pileup with my car.
I went in and explained to the gruff guy (who was NOT the one I spoke to on the phone) who began to treat me like I was stupid (and his name is Larry. Yes, I’ll call him out. You’ll understand why later.), and then demand that I drive the car around the other side of the building to get it fixed. STILL SHAKING, I explained to him that I could not drive the car to the other side of the building. His response?
ready for this one?
“if you can’t drove it over, We can’t fix it.”
I was not impressed already at this point.
So, I told him he would have to push the car in, as there was no electric in the car as the drive belt had gone.
He then proceeded to argue with me about the type of belt.
So, finally, Larry stopped aruging with me when I demanded to speak with his manager and got a tech to help push my poor Adventuremobile in.
Larry continued to be rude to me from the word go. He even called me the dreaded “Honey,” which drives me crazy.
(I had this conversation with Mom earlier-She didn’t think it was a big deal. Being called “honey,” or “sweetie” by someone who is not related to me by blood or marriage is not a way to endear yourself to me. I chalk it up to generation gap. But that’s another post.)
So, the car got fixed. I figured Larry was having a bad day and he was just a jerk because he was having a bad day. All of the other employees were nice, so meh.
I’m all for second chances. I’ve had enough of them given to me in my life for me to give someone else a second chance.
So, when Doug and I decided that my Adventuremobile’s AC needed more repairs than we could do on our own, we took it to Sears auto, thinking that this would be a positive experience.
(please stop laughing now. Again, remember I was going with benefit of the doubt.)
I got there and was immediately met by…guess who…
And he was in Jerk mode from the word go. He was as rude as the day was long as I questioned his assessment of what needed to be done with my car. He even called me the dreaded “sweetie” again. Yeah. He did have a death wish.
I got so sick of dealing with him, I asked to speak to someone else. It was then that Paul (and I’m calling him out for another reason. Trust me.) intervened.
Larry tried to jump in and argue with me again,a nd when I stated calmly that I was talking to Paul, he threw the paperwork at me and Paul and stormed off.
Now, my car needed a part ordered. That’s the truth. I’m not cheesed about that. It happens.
But when you are told 3-5 days to get the part and on day 7 you call to see where the heck your part is, the following should not happen:
LARRY – “Sweetie, 3-5 days are business days.”
Me- “Yes, I know. This has been business days.”
Larry- “Umm..what’s the last name?”
Me- (I gave him my last name)
Larry- (yelling at someone in the shop) HEY! Where’s the ticket! I can’t find this ticket! She’s paid for the part, but where’s the ticket! (then coming back to me) “Umm, what’s the phone number that it would be under?”
Me- (astonished) “You’ve got to be kidding me-you can’t find my ticket or my part?!”
Larry- “DON’T YELL AT ME!!”
Me- “I’m not yelling at you. I’d just like to know where the stuff is! I’m giving you the information you’ve requested…”
then, the phone went to hold music…and 5 minutes later, Paul picked up.
I explained everything to him again, and he said he was sending someone to get the part.
I also explained to Paul about how I never wanted to deal with Larry again, and how he was extremely nasty to me every time I dealt with him.
So, that was 9 am.
at 11:30, I had heard nothing. So, I had Doug call, because at this point, I wasn’t going to risk getting Larry or even Paul, because if there was no part, there would have been some serious screaming going on.
Doug was put on hold by Larry for (not kidding) 20 minutes and then hung up on.
I grabbed the phone and called.
Larry (and his infinite jerkness) picked up the phone. I immediately asked for Paul and was told again that the part was en route. I told him I’d be there after lunch.
I got to Sears after I had lunch and watched a few things on the DVR.
When I got there, I was intercepted by Paul.
The part was NOT there, and it wouldn’t be there until Monday.
Because the dipsticks got the wrong line. I guess my car needed a bottom line and they got handed a TOP line.
I about lost it. I almost lost my snot because by this point, I had called several times, dealt with Larry and then this?
At this point, I think the word “Unacceptable” came out of my mouth at least 7-8 times in a 5 minute conversation.
They placed blame on the parts place which I called right in front of them, and my part magically appeared!
Paul is a gem, and fixed everything to the best of his ability, but I don’t think I’ll ever deal with Sears auto again. It’s just too much to ask when there’s someone who is condescending to women, treats people like trash when they disagree or even express shock and outrage.
So, Sears auto, except for Paul and the one guy who is really sweet and awesome, but I never got his name…BITE ME.
This has been a civil conversation thus far. Now, the gloves are off.
I don’t think you understand our working agreement. As of 3/31, each year, there is to be no new snowfall. The forecast tomorrow better be your idea of a prank and the snow better not show.
If it does show, and you kill my awesome crocuses (crocii?), you and I will be having more than words. Seriously.
The threat of a foot of wet, heavy snow does not sit well with this snow hater.
Your Thoroughly Annoyed Fairweather Friend,
I understand that people start doing their “snow dances” in December for a proverbial “White Christmas.” I, however, do not. I truly understand that I live in the Northeast. It does snow here. A dusting? Fine. A scene like this:
uncool. Completely uncool. Especially after you’ve dumped at least 8 inches on us prior to this.
Now, right now, I’m willing to make this a civil conversation. No more snow, please. There’s just nowhere to put any more!
Come the end of next month? This will become threats, cranklyness and general disgust with the fact that there is still snow.
Your Fairweather Friend,
With a noreaster breathing down our necks here in E. Nowhere, Doug and Isaac were a bit concerned about getting out of the airport here to get to see the outlaws in Arizona.
Me, personally, well, if you’ve been hanging around long enough, you know how I feel. I would have loved to say “screw off” to them and keep the guys here. I don’t spend enough time with either of them, and it’s because of the hellacious work schedule I keep. Just because I have two days off, doesn’t mean they’re really mine. Seriously. But I digress.
Anyhoo, the guys were supposed to fly out of here and head to Baltimore and then go to Phoenix.
Now, first off, does anyone see the faulty logic here? Going east first to go west? Yeah. Seriously. Taking a longer flight and all of that and a roundabout route. Nice.
Now, the thing about where we live is that it’s a geographically protected area. We learn that early on in grade school. We’re protected by two very large mountain ranges that any sort of storm has to pass before it hits us. So, there are storms where the surrounding areas get dumped on and we get absolutely nothing. Hence, my attitude of “I’ll believe the pileup when I see it.”
BUT, Baltimore…well, that’s a whole other story. If this storm hits us, they’re going to get SLAMMED. Ya know, being coastal and all…
So, does anyone see the faulty logic here again? Midwest has already gotten this storm. It’s CLEAR there!!
So, why were the guys not routed through Chicago?
Yeah. No clue.
So, last night, instead of a “Merry Christmas” call, Colostomy calls here and wants to talk to Doug about the plane flight. Nothing about our day, nothing about how Isaac enjoyed his gifts…none of that. Just his usual selfish banter of “How are you going to get to us.”
Frankly, again, I don’t care.
BUT, put this in the good karma file.
Doug was talking about going through Chicago, and if they could get from here to Chicago, they could get to Phoenix no problem.
(see the wheels turning in my head?)
So, I logged onto the Southwest site and found that there not only was a flight on Monday (the day they’re leaving) to Chicago and connecting to Phoenix, but there were (ready?) STILL AVAILABLE SEATS on the flight!!
So, I grabbed the phone and dialed Southwest. I tossed my cell phone to Doug and made him call Colostomy to make sure he would pay for a flight change, because I’m totally not footing the bill for any sort of visit to them.
There I sat, on hold, for 43 minutes and 28 seconds (my phone has a timer..) and spoke to the nicest Southwest agent. She took the reservation numbers and listened patiently as I explained what I would love her to do, if possible.
I got put on hold.
I hate hold. But I understand.
She then returned with the news that I had gotten them on the flights to Midway and then on to Phoenix. No upgrade charge, no penalty, no fees. Just a straight flight change.
It even gets the two of them into Phoenix a bit earlier!
Oh, and the Southwest person told me that I was the nicest, most polite customer she had dealt with that day…how can you not be nice on Christmas!? But I digress.
Do you even think I got a “thank you” out of those fools?
This is so going in my “good karma” file.
or as my old principal used to say-I’m doing this for the souls in purgatory.
because there’s no other reason to do this.
This year has had no shortage of big personalities that would have been awesome for their annual Person of the Year. The list included people like the Chilean Miners , Stephen Colbert and Jon Stewart as well as Julian Assange.
I’m sorry. I can’t get behind time’s choice this year.
The founder of Facebook?
In another year, a less politically charged and calmer world event year, this choice may have been a good one. This year, however, it wasn’t.
Yes, Mark Zuckerberg is a genius. Seriously. He’s got the business acumen of a person twice his years and can program the snot out of things, but the network (that I admittedly use) is not worthy of making him Person of the Year.
His network is riddled with privacy concerns. Data mining and stalkers. He does little to stop it or hire people that will make his network safer. The network changes constantly and the concern for privacy among its users deteriorates with every single upgrade.
There’s no safeguards for Facebook’s youngest members, and the ages of people using the service get younger and younger by the day. There are 3rd graders with Facebook pages, and even though this is a violation of the Terms of Service, no one seems to bother enforcing it.
There’s no real reason given as to why Time chose Zuckerberg. It doesn’t make sense to me. All Zuckerberg has done is create an online environment where anyone can say anything and companies can mine for personal information. All of this adds up to making the world a less secure and private place than it ever was.
I can’t get behind this. COME ON TIME! Give me a break! Pick someone that actually has done something. Assange has made us look at network security and what transparency is versus what should he held in confidence. The miners made us realize how strong a human can be. Stewart and Colbert have turned the political world on its ear and the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear was a perfect example of that. They have mobilized the young voter base that was alienated once again after the last set of elections.
So, COME ON TIME! Get with the program and find someone more worthy than Zuckerberg!