me and my momma hopped in a u-haul van
Two parents, a 14' U-haul truck, three hours after work, and I was out of that stupid yellow-walled "space for a bed" in that dilapidated orange house forever.
So now I'm a resident of Anaheim, living in a giant two-story apartment a few blocks north of the resort. I'm living with Katie and Tom, both CMs and two of the nicest, laid-back people I know. In two days, their old roommate is gone for good and I get my own room. As humongous a part of my life as it's been, I'm jacked about sharing the same ZIP code with Disneyland, and even more excited about finally having four walls to call my own.
Mousetrap's shirt sales to date quadrupled over the weekend: Lyndsay bought a shirt, and Liz bought two! So far the "Courtesy" ladies' ringer and the "can I ER?" baseball jersey have sold two apiece. I ordered the "Mousetrap" black logo and the "I dated a face character" shirts, so I can get a first-hand look at the quality of these things.
Master services' new contract got approved over the weekend. I'm surprised that 40% of CMs made it on Saturday to vote "no" on the thing. I work my butt off so I'm happy about the pay raise (and the pro-rated back pay I should be getting). It's well deserved. I'm only sorry for the future CMs who didn't have a say in the contract. Maybe one day our company will remember that to attract talented employees, you have to be an attractive employer first.
It annoys me that I work harder and longer every day, every week, than many of our firmly entrenched full-time CMs who manage to hang onto their wealth of benefits despite their terrible performance and poor attendance records. But then I remember that part about how I make more money than they do, and that I'm way happier with my life than they are.
And everything is okay...
So now I'm a resident of Anaheim, living in a giant two-story apartment a few blocks north of the resort. I'm living with Katie and Tom, both CMs and two of the nicest, laid-back people I know. In two days, their old roommate is gone for good and I get my own room. As humongous a part of my life as it's been, I'm jacked about sharing the same ZIP code with Disneyland, and even more excited about finally having four walls to call my own.
Mousetrap's shirt sales to date quadrupled over the weekend: Lyndsay bought a shirt, and Liz bought two! So far the "Courtesy" ladies' ringer and the "can I ER?" baseball jersey have sold two apiece. I ordered the "Mousetrap" black logo and the "I dated a face character" shirts, so I can get a first-hand look at the quality of these things.
Master services' new contract got approved over the weekend. I'm surprised that 40% of CMs made it on Saturday to vote "no" on the thing. I work my butt off so I'm happy about the pay raise (and the pro-rated back pay I should be getting). It's well deserved. I'm only sorry for the future CMs who didn't have a say in the contract. Maybe one day our company will remember that to attract talented employees, you have to be an attractive employer first.
It annoys me that I work harder and longer every day, every week, than many of our firmly entrenched full-time CMs who manage to hang onto their wealth of benefits despite their terrible performance and poor attendance records. But then I remember that part about how I make more money than they do, and that I'm way happier with my life than they are.
And everything is okay...
posted by Adam at 11:21 PM
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