Welcome to Story Time. This episode is brought to you by 'fourteen weeks of waiting' and 'monumental relief'. Let's begin.
Now, I don't like to think of myself as someone with any kind of ESP or whatever because it's often true that we guess something that is so common, so plausible, that it turns out to be true by the sheer height of its probability. I mean if you say to yourself 'I'm going to get an email tomorrow' every day before you go to bed then at least once it's bound to be true. So when I say I knew the email was coming on the night of August 4th know that it shocks me as much as it shocks you.
I had always been of the belief that invites would come on a Friday night/Saturday morning and to be honest now, I don't really know why. I got my DOC email on a Friday but so many other things had happened on other days and yet I was convinced that Fridays were the day. When the New Zealanders received their interview invites my 'Friday Only' policy extended to include Tuesdays too. They received theirs on a Tuesday and applications originally opened on a Tuesday. It seemed plausible enough.
So for the last month I'd been checking my emails regularly but only on Friday and Tuesday nights did I feel confident in having an email to wake up to the next morning. Only on Saturday and Wednesday mornings did I feel the true disappointment that comes with such high expectations. And so it was for some weeks.
Only last night was different. While I didn't have high hopes that the email would com during the day when I finally laid down to bed it was all I could think about. I imagined that I would awake to a million messages from my friends telling me, in all caps of course, to check my email and there it would be. I thought of how perfect the timing would be as I normally sleep in until quite late on Tuesdays but I had reason to break this habit on this particular morning. Imagine my email arriving on the only Tuesday in months that I had been up before 12. It was all perfect. And so I said to myself as I drifted off, not in excitement but in serenity, 'It's coming tomorrow.'
And sure enough...when I opened my eyes the next morning I was greeted by this.
I flicked open my phone's mail app and sure enough there was an email from Disney Recruiting but I didn't want to open it yet. I ripped (probably not the safest thing to do) the cables out of my laptop and ran down the hall, slipping and sliding everywhere and even crashing into a wall or two. I slammed the computer down on the bench, flicked it open, put in my Disneyland map picture password and clicked straight on the gmail tab I already had open on my computer.
By this point my mother had come rushing into the room and was standing next to me as I clicked on the gmail tab. She stood there with me as the screen loaded and there it was, a sight for sore eyes, my interview invite. We rejoiced together and she went to go get ready for work while I filled it in.
The interview scheduling part was easy as pie. I already knew when the presentation at my uni was being held all I needed now was to pick a time to be interviewed. I deliberated whether to go with 1.30-2.30 or 2.30 - 3.30 for a while and then decided on the latter. I want to be able to go to lunch with whomever I meet there and not have to worry about hurrying back. So that was that.
Then I went to do my role checklist. But it wasn't there. I was expecting it to be attached to the interview invite email but nope. So I kept refreshing my gmail madly expecting for it to show up. I then checked my phone (cause I had seen two emails on my phone) and there it was. Staring at me.
Why it didn't come up on my gmail I'll never know (I moved it into my Disney folder from my phone app and then it showed up in the folder but it was never in my inbox) but my friend suggested I check the dashboard cause there would be a link there. To my pleasure, there it was. Just as I was about to open it up my mother came in and started shouting about how I needed to get ready so that put things on hold for a bit.
She was entirely correct though so I ran off to change before we went to the doctor. The whole time we were there I was on my phone talking to my Disney group about their emails and their roles. When I was eventually called in for my blood test all I could think about was Disney. The attendant told me to wiggle my toes and breathe deeply to distract myself from the pain but my thoughts were so focused on Disney that I completely forgot to wiggle my toes. And I barely felt the needles at all.
Mum and I rushed home so I could finish the process. I filled in all my preferences (High: Merch, Operations, CA; Moderate: QSFB, Lifeguard; Low: Everything else), wrote in my name and the date. Then I stood there, staring at it. My mum came over to me as I had my finger on the button, hesitating to push it.
"Am I ready?" I said to her.
"Yes." Came her simple reply.
And I knew that she was right. I clicked the button to submit it and off it went.
Fourteen and a half weeks of waiting finally over.
Now if you don't mind I'm going to head into school early so I can find the presentation room and sit at the door for the next 34 days, 18 hours, 44 minutes and 25 seconds. 20 seconds. 15 seconds... You get the joke.
- Lily
P.s. At this time there are at least three of the group who are yet to receive an invite. As we were told that all applicants would receive one we are sure this is just some sort of computer glitch. None the less, my heart goes out to those who are still waiting as this is no doubt a distressing situation to be in. I sincerely hope it is all sorted out as soon as possible and we can all celebrate together.
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