Working in Disney World

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Working in Disney World

Welcome to the happiest place on earth, otherwise known as hell. Imagine entering a place where the air smells like fresh homemade cookies, the lush green trees are shaped like animated characters, and the sidewalks are always squeaky clean. The employees or “cast members” appear to be clean-cut, happy, wholesome, all-American people. This is the image Walt Disney World provides for its guests. But what goes on behind the scenes at Disney? Until a person has worked for the “big mouse” she won’t be able to understand the torture that can go on for employees. I’ve been in that Disney “cult,” part of the “wonderful world of Disney.”

I started working for Walt Disney World, in the parades department, when I was sixteen years old. I was hired to be a fur character (such as Chip, Dale, Suzy, and Perla) in Spectro Magic, the night parade. While I finished up my character training, Disney made me a dancing dragonfly in Spectro Magic, a step above fur. Soon I was training to play the face characters Mary Poppins and Ariel (the Little Mermaid).

Shortly after that, my employment was terminated due to “scheduling problems.” I could have gotten my job back, but I decided not to. I realized that Disney was not the place for me. But while I was still employed, I found it hard to comprehend the different attitudes and treatment of people within the character department, and I still do. Although all of the characters got paid the same $6.50 an hour, depending on their specific jobs they were either treated like paupers, princesses or kings.

Let’s start with the “paupers,” the fur characters. All of the people in the characters department had to start out as fur. To get hir...

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...r, when we were all a part of the same character “family.” Most face and fur characters won’t even acknowledge each other when they pass by in the tunnels. When I became a dancer and face character, my friends with whom I had gone through fur training wouldn’t even say hello to me anymore.

It’s pretty sad when I dream of the “happiest place on earth” and it turns into a nightmare. Disney acts as a drug that affects people’s perceptions on life. People would quit college and their well paying jobs just to join the Disney “cult.” I have friends back in Orlando who didn’t go to college just so they could keep their employment. I’d rather not be dehydrated, sweaty, and in a clique just so I can work for the “big cheese.” Walt Disney World is like the apple for Eve--- it looks intriguing, but there’s something not right about it, and in the end it’s evil.

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