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|Subject: Disney Still Makes Magic||Date: 6/15/2001 7:15 AM|
|Author: ParrotheadFool||Number: 13686 of 51187|
This story is from an edition of "The Main Street Diary" that was distributed to Cast Members last month. It's long, but definitely a worthwhile read. Go ahead and break out your Kleenex in advance...
In the '90s, snobbish preoccupation with outdoing and one-upmanship of job titles became an infuriating reality. Competition begins immediately following introductions. “Where do you work?” and “What do you do?” used to be polite conversation pieces; however, now they are finely honed weapons used to judge a level of respect you are to be afforded and where your place in society is arranged.
What happened to the time when an honest day's work, at any occupation, was reason enough for society to consider you worthy of respect? I can see that those days are long gone. People have important initials following their name and newly decorated titles to describe their line of work. Example: a “housewife” is no longer considered politically correct; now we call them “domestic engineers.” As far as I know, they still do the same work they always did; but somehow with this new distinguished title, scrubbing toilets and doing laundry sounds rather glamorous. HA! I bet the housewives of the world will agree their work has never changed throughout the years—only society's perception of the respectability of it.
However, I must confess that as much as I'm ridiculing this trend, I gave into this pressure many times myself. I have worked for Walt Disney World Co. for over ten years. During this time, I have had many different jobs and many different titles such as Attractions Hostess, Parking Hostess, Global Training Facilitator, and Vacation Planner. However, I have always felt those titles were not lofty enough to compete well in society; so I frequently and lavishly embellished them to others. Nevertheless, one experience completely changed my outlook on life, my job, and society's silly expectations.
When I first started working for Disney, I was an Attractions Hostess (which is a glorified way to say I operated the rides and assisted Guests). Every day several Cast Members were chosen to do crowd control for the daily parade. Since this is Florida, and it is normally 110 degrees outside, being chosen to leave our air-conditioned attraction to stand along the parade route was not an honor! Needless to say, we all had to take turns with this unpopular duty; but many bribes and begging allowed some Cast Members to trade off their turns. I also tried to avoid it but would make the most of it when I had to go.
At the parade route, Cast Members are assigned a designated area of responsibility. I usually received the area reserved for Guests with disabilities since no one else wanted to be responsible for such a busy area. It was in this section that I met Sarah. She was participating in the “Make A Wish” Foundation, which allows children with terminal illnesses to experience the Walt Disney World® Resort. When I looked at her, I felt as if my heart would break. Sarah was eight years old, but she was so tiny and frail I wouldn't have guessed her to be that old. Her arms were pitifully thin, as the rest of her body. She was in a wheelchair; and next to her was a canister of oxygen with tubes extending up her body to her nose. Her skin and face were a pale gray, and she had lost all of her hair during her chemotherapy. I immediately set out to cheer her up. Sarah's parents told me that despite all that she had been through to fight off the cancer, she kept a positive attitude because of her desire to meet Mickey Mouse before she died.
Sarah had a private appointment to meet with Mickey for later that evening, but she was tiring faster than they expected. Her parents were concerned that once she took her medications, she wouldn't have the energy to go see Mickey. While we were waiting for the parade to start, I kept Sarah smiling by telling her Mickey couldn't wait to meet her. Once the parade started, I made a phone call to rearrange Sarah's meeting time to be directly after Mickey finished the parade.
I had the pleasure of escorting Sarah and her family to their private session with Mickey. Her parents were effusive with their gratitude for what I had done, but I got all the thanks I needed from the look in Sarah's eyes when she saw Mickey up close for the first time. Mickey took Sarah's thin trembling hand in his and brought it to his mouth for a tender kiss. Sarah looked up at her father, with tears in her eyes, and asked, “Daddy, if I were to get bett