First off, RiversideBunny, I have no problem with your posting my story again. I have to say,, I am humbled reading some of the comments. A quick back story of my original posting is that I first wrote about this boy (do not remember his name, it is the Orlando Sentinel article (which I have stashed away in one of about 30 boxes in my office) nor do I remember what type of cancer he had). When I started using this story in college, I was looking for what would eventually be an almost certain ace up my sleeve in English class, writing class, etc. There are of course other directions I could have taken in writing about my work as a character at WDW, such as how to mow over pesky tourist that are smacking/punching/pulling a tail or other item attached to you, kicking certain areas to see which ______ you are, etc you and making it look like an accident. Or a warnign to people that we can see more then you realize sometimes (usually not much, but sometimes, OH MY GOD! Also, could dish on the parties in the zoo, and how the conservative employees would deal with the rowdiness. These parties were usually during a heavy holiday such as Christmas/New Years when we all were working overtime and it was easier to sleep in the zoo instead of going home. Or, what type of liquor to drink when you had a breakfast special yet wanted to have a good time, hint, certain liquors have a greater stench when exiting as sweat.
I totally enjoyed my time a an employee at WDW, and yes, my eyes were opened to many ideals that though I do not personally play that way, hey, if it works for the two of you, great. Yes, days were a drag sometimes, but I really enjoyed the special meet and greets and hospital visits. Also, though I always had a certain affinity for kids of all ages in wheelchairs, when I would see a Vietnam Vet t-shirt on an appropriate aged person, I would make sure to shake their hands. When UNIFORMED members of our armed forces and USCG were nearby, I would do the same thing. Once a year the entertainment dept has a Perm party (really only open to full time employees and their families, so CR and CTs though they would take your money, we were not really wanted at this event, and many of the jokes were at our expense). There were kids at this event, and though their family member was a character, at some point during the evening, I, and usually as Pluto, would crash the party with my lead, who usually did not like the idea of not getting a break, but I was sweating during my break, and it is for the kids. Each of years I did this, I would get called into my supervisor's office and a positive report would be entered into "my perm record".
Sorry to have gotten off topic in this reply, but I just wanted to say thank you to all that have left replies. One day, and not anytime soon (thin next week or two). Well, I gotta get back to editing photos from the St. Anthony's Triathlon (were I was the marketing photographer) this past weekend.
Until I type again,
Mark, aka Used2bPluto