That's right: I worked at Disneyland. At some point, every young person in Orange County is required to do this. It's like the military draft, getting a tan, or learning to surf.
I had a Fu Manchu-Pancho Villa moustache when I got hired, so they told me I would have to shave it off to work there.
"No facial hair allowed," the guy said.
"Does that mean I have to shave off my eyebrows, too?" I asked.
That remark was greeted with a blank stare.
Then I added, "Walt Disney had a moustache. Would he have had to shave it off if he wanted to work here?"
Blank stare again, so I added: "I mean, if they thawed him out of the cryogenic chamber?"
The first day of Disneyland employment you go through brainwashing/training. Even for me, who was hired to be a sweeper (because of the moustache, they though I was Mexican, so they made me a sweeper; if only they'd thought I was Jewish*, then I could have had a job handling money. Stupid anti-discrimination laws preventing them from asking what your ethnic background is! Or isn't.).
They tell you you are cast members, not employees. They tell you all about what a happy place it must remain for the visitors, even if the cast members are miserable.
Yes, I worked at Disneyland for just one day.
I got paid fifty bucks to sit through brainwashing. I still love visiting the place though (I have nieces and nephews, after all).
* I am mocking stereotypes here, not supporting them.
Rather than give you standard Disneyland pictures that include Mickey Mouse or that Sleeping Beauty Castle thing, I have decided to show you pictures of real-live guests enjoying themselves at "The Happiest Place on Earth." Sort of my own take on Lost Nomad's "Girl Tuesday" series, I am hoping this will boost my readership to 300 a day. Let's just say these people are having a little too much fun on the Splash Mountain ride, but what they're doing is very, very common.Sphere: Related Content