And today was a day just like any other. My goal for today was to secure that I would get my working papers back, and I was determined to have my mission complete. After I was told where I was going, and everyone else had their positions, I asked Sandy if I could have my papers back. It went something like this.Me: “Um, I was wondering if I could have my working papers back.”
Sandy: “Why?” *snobbish*
Me: “Because I got a new job and can’t start there until I have them.”
Sandy: “Your gonna work today though?” *nervously*
Me: “Yea! I’m not here to say ‘See ya!’” (although I wish I was)
Sandy: Okay. Yea, you can have them back.
Me: Thanks.
My day was pretty good, I was on a new ride, and I began to realize that you can’t work there unless they have your papers. So this could possible be my last day. And it was a wonderful last day, let me tell you, the best day of work I’ve had all summer. And for all of you who thought I could never have a good day at work, I have just proven you wrong. First off, I was on a new ride that didn’t completely suck. Second, the music in the kiddie park was being dumb, so no music. Perfect! And third, this little girl I met.
Her name was Ali, she was four, five or six years old, had bleach blonde hair, blue eyes and a light purple tank top on. Her younger sister, Sarah, looked exactly like her. Out of all the kids I’ve encountered in my time at Fantasy Island, Ali was the best. She was so full of energy and seemed to see everything in a positive way. She was all excited to ride the ladybugs, and the smile NEVER left her face. She climbed in and sat down, even handed me the seatbelt, and prepared for her ride. She laughed and screamed in excitement, as her younger sister, sitting beside her, smiled and laughed in awe. Ali and her sister rode a few times in a row, and Ali even kept riding when her sister was done.
Her Dad told her that she could ride once more then they would ride something else. She seemed sad, but asked if they could come back, and perked right back up when her Father agreed. She did, in fact, return about a half an hour later. I saw her and said, “Hey! I know you!” She giggled and her smile widened as she ran through the gate. She climbed up, grabbed the seatbelt and claimed with a smile in her face: “I can do it myself! Watch!” The seatbelts are hard to put in for little kids, so I grabbed the end and pulled it in with her. I told her she did a great job and asked her for a high five. She gave me one--so cute!
She got out all by herself (also saying she could) and I knelt down and asked for a high five again.
“Give me a hard one!” I told her excitedly. She wound up and gave it all she had. I faked that it hurt, holding my hand and saying: “Ouch! You hurt my hand! You’re so strong!” She giggled even more. As she was exiting, her dad said “Do this one” as he put his hand out to the side. The high five game. Smiling, she turned to me and said:
“High five. To the side. To the other side. Down low. TOO SLOW!”
“Oh, no! You got me! Your really quick!” I said in fake defeat. She was the cutest girl, and always so happy. She really lifted my spirits all the way to the top today. I was in such a good mood, the best I’ve been in months. It amazed me how one little girl could bring me out of my stupor that I’ve been in for months within like ten minutes total. There was no being upset for the rest of the day. I was always in a good mood, and happy to see all the little kiddos who wanted to ride. It was the best day of work I’ve ever had, and it fit perfectly that this day could potentially be my last. I felt like doing a back flip. Kind of like this:
I heard the other day that Sandy--the main supervisor for Rides and Games--quit. That’s right. Surprising, yes? She has been there for awhile from what it sounded like, and she quit (and apparently took her set of keys to various things in the park with her). Although I really don’t work there anymore, I was EXTREMELY curious as to what happened. No one knows though, so I’m left wondering what could possibly make her quit. Well, it happened, I don’t work there anymore.
I must say, I learned a lot from Fantasy Island:
One: You can text….don’t get caught.
Two: You can sit down….just don’t get caught.
Three: Nothing is sanitary.
Four: Cut the teacups ride short (less likely to have kids throw up. Etc.)
Five: You get a discount on food….not by much though.
Six: They don’t even punish you for being late.
Seven: Your ride CAN’T become invisible…no matter how hard you try.
And Finally, Eight: NEVER work at an amusement park. Just don’t.
