WTS at WDW

All of this rain this weekend made me think of a funny "I got caught in the rain" story.

As you may recall, I used to work for Walt Disney World. Though they still have "The Disney Look" guidelines, they are much less strict than when I was a cast member.

The Disney Look Book consisted of rules such as having nails trimmed to a certain length (tested by many a manager by putting a pencil eraser on the tip of your fingers), all rings must be less than the size of a quarter (who wears a huge ring like that anyway, and where's the man who can provide that size rock?), no dangle earrings and no necklaces. (That's since changed) It also states that you couldn't have facial hair (though now men can have trimmed beards-only if they grow it outside of work-no stubble).

And of course, all cast members must wear the appropriate undergarments: bras, underwear and socks or pantyhose, depending on your work locations theme.

This is where my story comes in.

Florida, as you know, is known for it's frequent flash rain storms in which the sky unloads buckets of big, heavy raindrops, in a fast and furious manner. Especially in the summer. Which is when I started my college program internship. Which is when I was most shy, most vunerable, and mostly hoping people would like me. And also-I was scared of being terminated because of not following the strict rules.

My costume as a greeter consisted of a VERY thin cotton button down shirt with blue and maroon vertical stripes. I think the background was white-but just to reiterate-it was thin.

So the skies opened up and being a greeter, I couldn't leave my post because well, I had to greet. So I got wet. Really wet. Like, hair sopping, mascara running, I just jumped in the lake, wet.

And I had on a bright blue bra.

And the shirt sucked to my body, revealing the bra in all it's bright blue splendor.

So, not only was I soaking wet, looking like a wet dog in my new job AT WALT DISNEY WORLD, but I was sort of breaking another rule by showing off my bright blue bra.

And I had to go into the office and ask my male manager if I could go down into the tunnel to wardrobe and get a new costume issued to me.

Luckily he was one of the coolest guys I've ever met and was very understanding and gave me a sweatshirt of his to wear while walking down Main Street U.S.A. and I was able to promptly change and get back to work. But I can tell you I was mortified at creating a wet tee shirt scenario as my guests entered the Magic Kingdom.

And also, it was the last time I wore the blue bra.