Life Goes On

After another few not-so-exciting days of work (firstly because I was a seater and second because I can't remember them), it was time for Tuesday. I like Tuesday. It's my Saturday. Though some time in the week Selina and I went to the Studios and ate at the Sci-Fi. She'd never been. It was my third time. We had fun. Anyway, back to Tuesday. I was up just before 10AM on Tuesday to sign up for a special tour at Animal Kingdom. There are sporadically tours in different parks we can sign up for, some of them for specific rides (there's one in a couple weeks for Haunted Mansion that I would kill to be on, pun fully intended) and some of them general park tours with special insider tidbits. Apparently this one is part of the latter. Registration for the tours is really, really limited, and they open up at 10AM one week before the tour. So basically you set your alarm, sign up, and then go back to bed. Except that instead of going back to bed, Mel and I headed off to Wal-Mart for groceries. Mel's decided to start eating healthier, but it was still amusing to see what was in her part of the cart as compared to mine. After that, Mel had to go to work, and I hung around and had a lazy day. I think. I don't completely remember. I really should update more often so that I don't have these gaping holes in my life.

Wednesday was David's last day. At Le Cellier, we have a tradition for when someone is leaving: during the break between lunch and dinner, when there are as few guests and as many cast members as possible, we make the person leaving stand up at the fireplace and we sing O Canada at them. After that, everyone goes back to their lives. I'd told David I would make him cookies for the road (even though he didn't give me my container back before the throw-out!), so I was just going to head back to the apartment to bake those and kick around and be generally lazy. Aliyyah was walking out at the same time, so I figured I'd head out with her. Turns out, she's heading to Magic Kingdom by herself since people bailed on her. Hm... Magic Kingdom.... cookies in apartment... I wonder which one will win?! So we hit the monorail and headed into Magic Kingdom. Aliyyah was dying to meet Princess Tiana, and so was I to be honest, so we headed over to her character spot (with Prince Naveen, but let's face it, no one cares) and waited in line. We ended up behind this incredibly awkward woman who kept talking to us. It was kinda mean, but after she'd turned away from us for about the fiftieth time, Aliyyah and I began speaking to each other about how awkward this was. In French. Which basically means that Aliyyah was speaking and I was responding minimally, since after five years of not speaking it, my French is a bit rusty. And by rusty I mean it's corroding and looks a bit like orange-y brown swiss cheese, with more holes than rust. At some point in line, Aliyyah realizes that she had charged her camera battery in anticipation for this day, but forgot to actually put it back in her camera. Luckily, I have mine. Eventually we make it up there, Aliyyah fabricates a story about only having been here a few days in Montreal, and I blow that to bits when I say we know each other from work. At EPCOT. Oops. My mouth is so much faster than my brain sometimes. After getting our photos with Tiana and Naveen, we headed to Fantasyland and were shocked to see that after 5pm there were still fastpasses for Peter Pan available. Clear proof that the parks are indeed dead at this time of year. We're a bit hungry by this point, and guess what? Aliyyah's never been to Tony's! Yes, I have a strange love of that restaurant. The food is awesome. Leave me alone. On the way, we stop to watch a bit of the Dream Along With Mickey show in front of the castle. Awkward Girl sneaks up behind us and surprises us at some point during this show. Aliyyah and I are now kinda afraid for our lives, and our brain cells. As soon as the big finish with the fireworks and stuff is over, we book it into the crowds on Main Street, hoping to all that is good in the world that this girl does not follow us. Luckily she didn't and we were able to get a walk-in at Tony's without a problem. We had an awesome meal, and I loved Aliyyah's reaction to the atmosphere of the restaurant and everything. Then we went back to ride Peter Pan, which she'd also never done before, and then headed to the Grand Floridian to check out a couple shops. It was home time after that, because I still had to get those cookies in the oven! Turns out I can make and bake two different kinds of cookies in 25 minutes total. Awesomeness. Soon after that it was time to head to the throw-out to see what kind of stuff David and Johnny were getting rid of. Turns out, nothing I needed or wanted. I was disappointed.

I was assigning on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Thursday actually went rather well, I thought. Friday, though. Oh God, Friday. Friday was a full moon. Thus, people were NUTS. And ALL of my large parties within a two and a half hour time span decided to show up, as did my smaller parties, so I had no tables to combine to accommodate the larger parties. I basically ripped the dining room apart trying to find places for all of these people. It was crazy, and I never want to do that again. Of course, after all that, I come home to even more craziness. My roommate's last day was the same as David's, so she was supposed to be gone from the Commons by 11AM sharp on Friday. You're pretty much treated as a fugitive afterwards, and if you're still staying in housing after you're supposed to be gone, everyone involved can get terminated from the program. Well, she didn't even start packing until Thursday night, and planned to pull an all-nighter to do so. Yet she went out for a while that night. Friday I leave for work, noticing she still has quite a bit to pack, but she's got an hour and a half, so she's probably got a plan for everything. When I return home after 10PM that night, not only is she still here, but her bed is heaped with stuff, as are areas of the living room, and not long after I enter the apartment SHE GOES OUT. AGAIN. AND we're supposed to be getting our new roommate that very night. Well currently that new roommate has nowhere to move into! Plus the cleaning people could barely move, according to Mel. Mel and I are kind of afraid for our jobs, since we know Mila's here when she shouldn't be and if the new roommate comes in and then complains, we're gonna be in trouble. So we go to security, explain everything to them, and then go out to Starbucks to calm Mel's nerves a bit. We know that this is going to be incredibly awkward when we get back, since when we were leaving our other Italian roommate made a comment about hoping that security wouldn't come. When we get back, Mila is out of the apartment (as are the other Italians who were there when we left, at least one of whom was also done her program and could get us in trouble), and Francesca is stuck packing the rest of Mila's stuff while crying her eyes out. Not two minutes after she leaves with the last of Mila's stuff (which took two or three trips, and tons of it is still against the wall in Francesca's room) our new roommate, Yukiko, comes in with her stuff. I can only imagine what would have happened if we hadn't done what we did. Of course, Francesca's mad at us for going to security because she thinks it was too much and we could have just asked them to leave. However, she's missing some vital points that I don't think the language barrier allows her to really grasp:
1) Mila wasn't even home, so we COULDN'T ask her to leave
2) We still know that they're somewhere in the Commons
3) If they're found in the Commons, they'll know that Mila used to live with us, and they'll interrogate us
4) I'm not going to lie to security for their sakes.
But she talked to each of us yesterday, and I think we're good now, even though she still thinks we went to far. But whatever. So long as she's not going to murder us in our sleep, we're good. I think international cast members need to be provided with a fully translated copy of our contract so that they have as good a grasp of the terms as we do as Canadians (and UKs).

Moving on.

Saturday was so-so. I was glad when it was over, though. I'm not used to assigning three days in a row, so I was exhausted afterwards and decided to take an ADO for Sunday. Mel called in sick that day, since she had the cold from Hell, so we had a relaxing day of rest and recuperation. This involved spaghetti and meatballs while watching Tinkerbell, napping, and popcorn while watching A Knight's Tale. And that's seriously all we did all day. ...Well, I talked to Ros and Mom earlier in the day, but other than THAT that's all we did. And I forgot that it was Sunday, so I missed movie night, which really upsets me because it was The Breakfast Club. I love The Breakfast Club!

Today I worked for a while and then took my last-ever (probably, unless something weird happens after I'm a server) ER. Selina and I headed over to France for a nice lunch, which included a visit from Remy (from Ratatouille). I had a three-course meal of French onion soup, quiche Lorraine, and some kind of puff pastry with chocolate sauce and vanilla ice cream. It was fantastic, and the restaurant is quite pretty. It's also, like, two and a half times the size of ours. Then we headed over to Japan so that Selina could get candy, and I bought Japanese language books so that I can actually start learning the language beyond the random useless words I currently know (I can't really imagine 'ultimate weapon' coming up in conversation too often). So I worked on a couple of the most basic characters before putting it aside for a bit to update this.

I think I'm catching a cold, so I probably won't go to games tonight. I'd rather get a good amount of sleep to prevent this from getting worse, before I have to catch a bus to be at Animal Kingdom at, like, 8AM.