The March Towards Mickey…
Well well well, say hello to Mickey's latest bitch. I got the Disney job and I'm going to FLORIDA!!!
I found out at 10pm on a Thursday evening and nearly screamed the flat down – I certainly woke up the kids I'd fought so hard to get into bed, but who gives a fuck. Yes – I'm going to be working every hour God sends. Yes – I'm going to be paid a pittance. But…the prospect of going to live in the United States for 3 months, in the Florida sunshine, with people from all over the world, working for a massive (corporate Satan?) company…it gives me such a thrill.
I might be whoring myself out to a corporate giant but you know what? I don't give a fuck, I'm going to Florida.
I warn you now this is my standard answer in any argument which I am losing!
My mum is thrilled as it has sealed my position as her finest excuse for a holiday. The Boy…well, let's just say thrilled isn't the word I'd use. This one's gonna be a tough one to muddle through.