Find a Happy Place!!

Okay, so today work was...good. Yes, after a short mental check of everything that happened, I would say that it turned out to be a good day. It just had a lovely little smattering of crap. But hey, welcome to the Restaurant industry, where people like to yell their hunger away. Because if you yell at us, it will get better! 

It started off as a normal day at the Disney Company. My bus for Epcot got there a little early so I decided to "chillax" (think about it) for like a half an hour. It was pretty sweet. I got some grandma pants that are actually long enough. Hoorah. And I almost bought some sweet Disney pins, and clothes, and pictures, and whatnot at the employee store. But then I remembered that I have literally been living off of rice, cereal and pancakes, and should probably buy real food instead. It's fine. Then I just decided to get to work a little early. Always workin' hard! So I clock in, wash my hands, (SafeD begins with Me!) And head to the front desk- where I live when I am not in my ghetto apartment. Within five minutes, some crazy lady with a baby bottle flags me down. She looks kind of scary, so I just smile. She asks me if I could get her some milk. I tell her that I am not sure, (I'm knew!) but I can get her some hot water... This is a pretty simple statement, yet I have never seen such simplicity make someone turn so ballistic in my life. She started screaming at me, telling me that this was ridiculous, she was really angry now, she wanted milk, and she wanted to talk to a manager. I apologized (it was too late...) and explained how it was my first week, but I would get her the answer. Her response was, "I don't care!!!! I want some milk!" Okay........... so laughing/slightly freaking out, I go and try to find a manager. Then I ran away from the scary lady. It was highly exciting. And I really hope, for the sake of every child in that restaurant, that that woman got her milk. Nothing like a bloody fight scene in the lobby to make a child feel magical and special! 

And I'm pretty sure there was something in the air, because people were freaking out. I had at least five people yell at me. It was awesome! (Sarcasm button: ON) Luckily I have learned this trick called, don't take it personally. It works like a charm. But it's still annoying. So at times like this, I go to my happy places. Places like that time that I had lunch with two of my friends, and this really awkward guy came to eat with us, and I laughed so hard I cried. I heart that story, and I heart that day. Or any memory at all about this kid from high school. His name was Jacob, and he said the funniest things ever. I especially loved when he would adamantly tell you that he was not a Canadian. Oh, happiness. Or pretty much any awkward/funny story from my life. Or that time that Kristen and I saw those guys hanging out of their car, and rubbing it with squeegees. That was great too. Or any Coldplay song. Or anything that Kinsey says. Or that one time that Mary and I laughed really hard. Or Sheldon and Bruce the Stallion. These are all examples of happy places. Find one. They are kind of like moving buddies. If you don't have one, get one. (Hey- I work for Disney, what to do you expect??) Thank you, and goodnight. 

All I Can Say is Awesome

So today was a magical day. As a rule it should be, because hey- I'm working at Disney World!!! But today was great. I got my costume for work today! And here in the Entertainment Business, we don't have uniforms, we have costumes. That's right. Be jealous. So After touring Epcot, and learning the freakin' sweet in's and out's, I met one of my leaders for the Coral Reef Restaurant where I shall in fact be working. He was a nice, slightly portly man who took me to the magical room where you get your costume. It was exciting- until I saw what I will be wearing for the next four months of my life. Remember my Halloween costume? Ahem... it pretty much looks just like that. Except for bright blue pants instead of purple; and I'll swap the vest with hearts all over it for a vest of awesomeness/glory with tropical fish all over it. I'm not even lying right now. Answer=I don't even have a word for it. All I need now is some head-gear and a fanny pack, and then I will forever be in business. Indeed. Jealous much? Actually it will be so fun! And I can feel like a nerd EVERY DAY! Dreams really do come true here... okay, so no. Luckily I don't have to poof my bangs. That would be awkward. 

But the Coral Reef is amazing! It's one of the nicest restaurants in Epcot. It has a huge aquarium that takes the place of a wall in the restaurant. It has sea turtles, and manatees, and sharks, and fish, and dolphins!! It is so beautiful, and I am so excited to work there! Hooray! Especially with my matching fish vest! Thank you, and goodnight. 

A Dream is a Wish

So this is another confession from the life and mind of Emmilie. I know, watch out. And this one, is, I confess, a little cheesier than the rest but deal with it. So tonight is the night before I go to work at Disney. And I'm sitting here, in my grandpa's house watching Extreme Make-Over Home Edition, one heartstring tug away from full-scale bawling. Yes, I admit it. This show is about making people's dreams come true. And that got me thinking. I have been dreaming about working at Disney for years. (I know, kind of lame, but eat it.) And now, my dreams are coming true! It's so exciting! And, I'm watching this show and the family that is getting a new house is spending the week at Disney World. And while they are there, all these things are happening that you can tell are just magic for this family. And tomorrow I get to go work there, and make magic for other people. Do you know how amazing that feels? That I get to make other people's dreams come true. Okay, so maybe that is a little much, but if nothing else, I have the opportunity to make people smile every single day. I'm so excited. I can't wait to make people happy. Especially in these difficult times. I just want to make people's day just a little bit happier. Just a little more hopeful. Just a little more bright. And granted, I'm working in a restaurant, but hey, you have to start somewhere right? Thank you, and goodnight. 

Many A Life Decision

So Obama is our President. I've already blogged about this, I know it's kind of old news, but I have a point, I promise. It's fine. He is all about change, right? Answer=yes. So I am changing my mind left and right today. It's kind of annoying, but alas. We all have to have our add moments. Right? So anyways, I changed my mind. Instead of marrying a prince, I want to marry an Aussie. Or a Brit. On my flight to Salt Lake, I sat across from three highly attractive men. But wait, it gets better. After dazzling me with their looks, they whipped out their charm once more, and spoke some blessed unintelligible words. But those unintelligible words were in fact glorious. They had fantastic accents that did in fact make me swoon in my seat. I tried to discreetly lean as far as I could into the aisle, you know, and still practice my ninja-like stealth, just to hear them speak better. It was marvelous, and I made another highly important life decision. I must marry a foreigner. Preferably one from Australia or Great Britain. Although I could settle for a German, or an Irish man. I'm flexible. Oh, and he too has to be rugged and dress the part. Oh, and for the record, I apparently like facial hair on Aussies? I'll take it. They were glorious. Simply glorious. Amen. 

Another major life decision was made as I made the ever exciting decent from the escalator in terminal 1 into the baggage claim. Oh the thrill... No, but I decided two things. One: someday when I grow up, I want to fly somewhere, and be greeted with a bright yellow sign, greeting me home, and a huge bundle of balloons. That's really all I want. Is that too much to ask? Oh, and to marry an Aussie. Two: I decided that one time when I arrive in style, I want a man (an attractive one, preferable and Aussie who is in fact rugged...) ahem, a man dressed in a black suit to greet me with a sign that says my name, waiting to take me away somewhere grand in a black Mercedes or something. Too over the top? I didn't mention the part about the gospel choir in the background singing "Ode to Emmilie" It's a big hit; look it up. 

There were several other dreams and decisions that occurred today, but the vision of my very own rugged Aussie has clouded the rest from my mind. So for now, I will just think of my very own Hugh, and smile. A lot. Thank you, and goodnight. 

SkyHarbor International

Airports are curious places with curious people. They are filled with families, friends, colleagues, and lovers all being reunited. It is a place of love, and fond memories. "Remember that time that Aunt Ruth spilled the soda all over herself, and the newborn?" Timmy says to his brother Tommy. "Oh yeah! I forgot about that one!" Shouts Tommy in reply. And then Aunt Ruth walks through the terminal, and Timmy and Tommy are with her once again to make some more sweet memories. Airports are full of moments like that, and I love to watch them. I guess some could call it stalking; I call it love. There are always the awkward couples that you see, and mentally cringe because of the awkwardness of it all. However, I tend to embrace the awkward, because it just reminds me of myself, and gives me a glimpse of what my future is sure to look like. Hello, awkward. Then you have the family who is going home from vacation in exotic Mesa, Arizona, who now all need a vacation from each other. They are always fun to watch. So as I board Delta Flight 1606 scheduled for arrival into Salt Lake Airport at 3:45, I make a vow to always and forever go a people watching while inside an airport. Thank you, and goodnight. 

Christmas Wishes

So I am watching Iron Man with my family, and I just decided something. When I grow up, well, when I age a little bit more... (For I shall never grow up! Never!!) I decided that I want my own team of screenwriters to always be there to back me up. That way, when I am a damsel in distress, I can always say something charming and winning that is sure to make the handsome man fall in love with me. Or, when I am the belle of the ball, I can say something witty and then always be surrounded by charming people. Or, when in a high pressure situation where my life is tragically on the line, I can say something to ease the tension. Or when there is one hard core cocky man, and can dish out my fair share of sarcasm. With the help of my screenwriters, who coincidentally with all be dressed in matching jump-suits, I can always be quick on my feet. I think that it's a brilliant plan. That way, when I "grow up" I can be great like Pepper Pots, or the narrator from A Christmas Story, or any of Emma Thompson's characters, or Elizabeth Bennet, or you know, any greatly written character. Such is my dream. Thank you, and goodnight. 

And to All a Goodnight

Merry Christmas, dear readers. I hope that all of your holiday wishes came true. Indeed. I just have to tell you all how much I love and appreciate you. You all have made my life better, and I am grateful for your friendship. And I like you. Amen. 

This Christmas, I have been able to offer service to a family in need. It was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life, and I was so grateful for the joy I was able to bring into their lives. I was so grateful for this service.  I am so grateful for the gospel of Jesus Christ in my life, and for the things and the lessons that it teaches me daily. I am grateful for my wonderful family, and for the good times we are able to share. I'm so grateful that I can laugh with them, and love them. I'm grateful for the memories, and the bonds that we share. 

So pass the eggnog around, pop in A Christmas Story, play with that new toy, jam to that new CD, fall in love with that new romantic comedy, and spend some time with the fam. Thank you, and goodnight.