More Meetings, and Shopping

This post describes Thursday, September 6th.

The next day I had to be over at Vista Way again at 9:30 for another meetingish thing. I was going to take the bus that arrived at around 9:15 (taking the bus that arrived at 9:29 seemed like it would be cutting it a bit close…), but then the bus driver wouldn’t let me on without my housing ID (I had lost it, if you remember from the last entry.) I had hoped that he would let me on based on the arrival check-in badge around my neck, which we were to wear for the first week, but he was utterly stoic and unfeeling to my pleas. I went and sat on the curb to pull myself together, and then went to the front desk to ask him what one was to do when one was such an idiot as to lose one’s housing ID on the very first day. He was very kind, and gave me a temporary ID (I dubbed it the Pathetic Piece of Purple Paper), which would last me three days, and if I didn’t find it by then I would have to pay for a new one - $50. I fervently hoped to find it.
Fortunately I was in time to catch the bus that arrived at 9:29. I couldn’t find my way from the bus stop to the pavilion, but fortunately I wasn’t the only one, and several of us lost new ones banded together and made our way there. It turned out to not matter especially – it wasn’t a meeting really, just staggered arrival times for another follow-the-signs day.
The best part of the day was finding out our locations. I’m sure my mother has already spread the word to some of you – but I get to work in Magic Kingdom! (And yes, it’s “Magic Kingdom” not “The Magic Kingdom.” Personally, I think it sounds better with “The,” but everywhere I see it written or hear it said on anything official, it’s just “Magic Kingdom.”) I am very excited for this, because Magic Kingdom is my very favorite place. And I am regular-plain-old boring-white-costume pan-and-broom and empty-the-trash custodial, so I’m sorry if that disappoints anyone, but I get to be paid to wander around the Magic Kingdom and I like to clean places I love anyway, so I do not mind. And this is the tale of Cinderannie, so it has to start out with cleaning. Who knows how it will end?
We also signed up for classes. I really want to take the Entertainment class (it’s only supposed to be for theatre majors, which I’m not), and I showed the lady my letter of recommendation from the theatre professor at Cornerstone, and she let me check the box for it. The lady at registration said when she saw my form that I would be on a waiting list after the theatre majors got first pick, and then I showed her my letter, and she said, “Oh, I see,” in a that-might-make-a-difference sort of voice, but then she just stapled it to the form and said they would call me. Which they haven’t. I think tomorrow I will call them. I really want to take that class.
That’s everything interesting about that day (which was Thursday). I had the afternoon free and I went shopping at Walmart and spent more money than I ought to have, on things like office supplies, but that’s not interesting, except for me missing the bus back from Walmart and having to take another one that went around to Downtown Disney. I didn’t get back hardly any earlier than I would have if I’d just waited for the normal bus back, but I’d rather spend an hour on an air-conditioned bus seeing Downtown Disney than spend it sitting in a hot Walmart parking lot.