So, just to remind you all, I’m participating in the Disney College Program (DCP). This is a work/study internship where I’ll be working for Disney and taking classes provided by the company. Here’s the story:
I flew from SFO to Orlando Intl last Sunday (6/3) at 9:45. The flight was terrible. Seriously. Terrible. There was a small family behind me with three or four children, one of them screaming almost the entire time, and another that would join him once in a while. I had roughly five-and-a-half hours of this before we landed at 6:05 and disembarked around 6:15 EDT.
Mum had a shuttle lined up for me and I was at the Holiday Inn Resort at Lake Buena Vista— right across the street from my check-in place. It was nice, but I got my first taste of Florida weather: hot and frickin’ humid. Also, because around 9:00 it still felt like 6:00 to me, I found a Walgreens nearby and got some sleeping pills.
The next morning, I woke up around 6:30 to a text from my roommate, Alex, who had taken a red-eye flight that landed around 5:30. Apparently, people were already lining up at the apartment complex that was hosting the check-ins. This event wasn’t supposed to start until 9 and people were already lining up! I got myself ready to go, made sure I had all of my things, and I got there around 7:30. I was there an hour-and-a-half early, and there was a massive line! There was nothing I could do but drop my luggage off in a temporary luggage room and join the queue.
They had different stations in the line… At the beginning they had little stickers in the shape and basic design of a Disney name tag, which they wrote my name on. Second, I came to some people with computers and they were checking to make sure my information was correct. Third, we got into small groups of seven or eight and stood around some tables so that they only had to explain what to do with the paperwork they were giving us fifty or sixty times, instead of two or three-hundred times.
From there, we went into the clubhouse of the apartment complex, where there was another line, which I moved forward in a bit to get to Alex, my roommate. When we got to the front ofthisline, we had to choose an apartment. We had the choice of an apartment with one, two, three, or four bedrooms at one of three apartment complexes. When we’d spoken beforehand, Alex and I agreed on a three-bedroom, six-participant apartment. Because one person per group going to talk to the housing girl at a time was quicker, Alex went to talk to her while I stood off to the side. After about five minutes of talking to her, he waved me over to tell me he’d gotten us an eight-person apartment. …Yay. He said that they were out of six-person apartments at the complex that we wanted, but they still had one, two, and four-bedroom units. He opted for the one bigger, while I would have preferred one smaller. It’s working out so far, though.
Last at that location, we got our housing IDs.
After all of that, we caught a bus to Casting. No, not movie casting or play casting, but because the Disney Company is basically one big show, Casting is the department that has everything to do with new employees, and old employees. Kind of like human resources, but bigger and more all-encompassing. All of that paperwork and talking took probably close to two hours, but we finally found out exactly where we’re working! I’ll be at the front of the house at Trail’s End restaurant in Disney’s Fort Wilderness Resort and Campgrounds. I have my first day of training today— it’s a class that everyone in food service has to attend.
So anyway, after casting, we got a bus back to the check-in area where we grabbed our luggage and caught another bus over to the apartment complex we were going to be living at— Chatham Square (pronounced “Chaddam”).
Alex and I got into the apartment around 2:00, but it felt more like 6:00 after everything that had gone on that day. We unpacked slowly and met a few of our housemates, but there were some who had yet to arrive. Our apartment has four bedrooms, as I said, and three bathrooms. Because there are eight people in one apartment, there are two refrigerators— one in our small kitchen, and one in a closet towards the front of the apartment.
After that, a guy we met during check-in drove us over to Wal*Mart so we could get some things. After spending quite a bit of money there, we got back and stored our food, and finished setting up our bedroom. We met the rest of our roommates, and at that point I took another couple of sleeping pills and called it a day.