The Smell of Burnt Toast
So I got in later than normal; about 10:30pm. I had a little trouble figuring out how to find my shuttle to the hotel. Lucky for me there was this great guy at the airport shuttle desk for Disney named Joe. Thanks a ton Joe! If you ever read this, you rock!
I have to say, it turns out that the first day of “Traditions*” was kind of fun. Maybe it was just the group that I went through it with, being so international and varied might have been what helped, but it left me feeling far less concerned about the company and allowed me to disregard much of the rumors of drama found in many of the Disney forums. I even asked if I had anything to be concerned about with having this blog, and a sassy and meticulous man returned after researching to explain that there were no issues.
All the people were great; and from every corner of the globe. Every one of them was so nice, not a single crab apple. I even met a few other Canadians. I guess it takes a certain type of person to take a position on a Disney Cruise Line; maybe a greater sense of adventure and with it an appreciation for those little things.
Best of all, it turns out that they don’t put microchips in their employees heads; either that or they did it painlessly while I was sleeping. That would explain why I smell burnt toast every time I try to leave park property.
I have to say, it turns out that the first day of “Traditions*” was kind of fun. Maybe it was just the group that I went through it with, being so international and varied might have been what helped, but it left me feeling far less concerned about the company and allowed me to disregard much of the rumors of drama found in many of the Disney forums. I even asked if I had anything to be concerned about with having this blog, and a sassy and meticulous man returned after researching to explain that there were no issues.
All the people were great; and from every corner of the globe. Every one of them was so nice, not a single crab apple. I even met a few other Canadians. I guess it takes a certain type of person to take a position on a Disney Cruise Line; maybe a greater sense of adventure and with it an appreciation for those little things.
Best of all, it turns out that they don’t put microchips in their employees heads; either that or they did it painlessly while I was sleeping. That would explain why I smell burnt toast every time I try to leave park property.
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No chip in the brain eh? You sure it wasn't a suppository either?
:D
- George
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