The joys of CalState had worn off fast for Sugar Motta, and when the opportunity had arisen to apply for a semester at Disneyland, she'd jumped at it. She loved Disneyland and already had an apartment here in California, so this would be awesome!
It hadn't quite occurred to her until she got to the parks that she'd have to work.
They stuck her in merchentainment, and today her rotation had her outside on the cart with the costumes. She hated working in general (tourists! ugh), but she particularly hated working the cart because it was outside, so whenever she worked out here, she spent a lot of her guest-free time glaring at the costumes like it was their fault she was stuck on the cart. (Why was it even called the cart when it was stationary, she always wondered.)
Seeing one of the guests glaring at the costumes was... a change.
"They sell them in your size online," she told the kid acerbically helpfully.
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It hadn't quite occurred to her until she got to the parks that she'd have to work.
They stuck her in merchentainment, and today her rotation had her outside on the cart with the costumes. She hated working in general (tourists! ugh), but she particularly hated working the cart because it was outside, so whenever she worked out here, she spent a lot of her guest-free time glaring at the costumes like it was their fault she was stuck on the cart. (Why was it even called the cart when it was stationary, she always wondered.)
Seeing one of the guests glaring at the costumes was... a change.
"They sell them in your size online," she told the kid
acerbicallyhelpfully.