From Paris to the East Coast

The small child:  So, is like, Canada by Paris?
Me: Uhhh, nope ... we are United States top hat
The small child: What?
Me: We're north of the United States
The small child: Can you write my name?
Me: It's the same ... we speak English
The small child: Oh ... *walks away*
Me: *start banging head against table at todays youth*

The male adult: So where are you from?
Aimee: I'm from Montreal, Quebec
Me: I'm from Saskatchewan
The male adult: So you are out East (pointing to me) and you are out West (pointing to Aimee).
Me: Well, not quite
The male adult: Well, you can't win them all
Aimee: Nope, you really can't
Me: *start banging head against table at todays adults*

There has been some interesting questions at work these past couple of days.  Some have been hilarious but most of them have been made up of moments when you seriously start to question the education of the people coming into the attraction.  I will admit that there have been moments where I have answered questions and sounded completely stupid because of how I answered it.  I guess it is all in a days work.  I passed my housing inspection yesterday and I got free Oreo cookies out of it.  Then I spilt Sprite all over the floor  ... so much for a clean house haha.  I still don't have a roommate, right now I'm going three weeks strong.  We are starting to have arrival groups every two weeks now so we'll see if they put someone new in here.  No trips have been planned besides Washington this September.  Well, I gotta go and get ready for work ... the attraction isn't going to run itself.  Somedays I wish it would.  Like today.  I could leave little post-it notes around the attraction.  It's really not difficult.  Just press one green button and you are good to go.  The doors even open automatically.  But in the end it's all about the magic so that really does mean I have to go to work because I make it 10.5 hours a day. 

from Florida with love,
Jilly