Roomies

I love my roomies. Obviously I still love the Wedgwood crew and the senors, but the roomies are joining the brigade. They're all lovely. Gaby is so feisty and protective over the rest of us, Lily is such a sweetheart and she makes me laugh so much and Hara is so sweet and entertaining; and she's always trying to feed me (trying to keep my dietary habits under wraps as much as possible but it isn't as easy as I expected, even in the homeland of nuggets and burgers). It's kind of sad that we don't get to spend a lot of time together due to our crazy schedules but I guess it makes our time as an awesome foursome all the more special.

Last night for example, with the exception of Gaby, (who was elated at not having to ride the cruddy American coach home) we were all having a rough time, but we all just sat around our coffee table talking and (hopefully) cheering each other up.

I think the conclusion we all came t was to stay away from Americans. Lily wouldn't be stuck with the dumb guests, Hara wouldn't be avoiding a crazy girl from work and I'd have significantly less drama in my life (I swear it's like OTH over here!). I guess my word of advice is, stay away from American boys, especially if they charm you with their hillbilly accents!

....and get yourself good roomies, they'll always have your back!

"You ain't never had a friend like me" - Aladdin

Britishness

Gotta say, I love my accent! I get away with murder at work because I play up to the British stereotype. It's like "oh, she's the quaint little girl from England who lives in a castle and drinks tea all day, she doesn't know about the world." I love it. It means the guests are always nice to me, if they have a problem they'll yell at the Americans and the non-English speakers, I get called dear and spoken to calmly. Awesome. People ask me random questions all the time (the most common being do you live in a castle and how much tea do you drink a day). It's just confirming all the dumb American stereotypes I think we all have.

Also telling people about the UK all day does make you miss it more, well random things about it, like crumpets, boots, adverts you can sing along to, having the right of way in a zebra crossing, really random things. A realy big one is roundabouts. You may be thinking who in their right mind misses roundabouts? Well I didn't until someone pointed out that they don't have them here, now it irritates the life out of me. I might have to visit the wife in Milton Keynes to get a roundabout fix when I get back!

Speaking of Britishness, my mum has sent me a poppy so I am hoping it gets here in time for the eleventh! Yay!

"It's grand to be an Englishman" - Mary Poppins

Yar!

Yar, a pirate I be! Yar! I just spent at least an hour speaking pirate. The people who work on Pirates f the Caribbean were crap and wouldn't speak pirate to me so I brought the bucaneer spirit to them. I was kinda pissed off because their job is almost my dream (after Star Tours and the Tower of Terror) and they're not even savouring the pirate life. My job is so shite and common place, if I was being paid to be a pirate I would be ridonculously into it, to be honest I would probably try to sleep on the ride and it just annoyed me that they have something so special that they don't appreciate.

I guess the same could be said of me though. My job is so boring. I can check people in and out in my sleep it is so easy. Every so often the thought will creep into my mind that I am still doing a cruddy desk job for half the wage I was getting before, then I have to fight the vile think bubble back into it's cage and remember the magic before it drives me completely crazy. My job is more enjoyable than the previous one, no-one ever gets angry with the adorable little blonde girl with the cute British accent over here. I do love that. I can pretty much calm any guest with a sympathetic look and one quaint little British expression! I love it.

Speaking of cute British accents, I met a guest who I kinda fell in love with. I think he was American, which isn't as dumb as it sounds because he was a master of disguise! It was Hallowe'en. I was chatting to Coco, the Chinese cashier next to me when, in what can only be descibed as a scene from a fancy dress diet coke ad, Zorro appeared before us. Tanned, masked and carrying a sword, I think there was a collective sigh from the ladies in the lobby. Zorro strode over to the desk to thank Jake who had helped him earlier, turned to leave to see Coco and I gawping in his direction. Unbeknownst to me a non-Zorro guest needed assistance so Coco was lumbered with them whilst I got to speak to the hotty in the mask. I was having a laugh and a joke about getting his horse from the stable and being careful with his sword, when he suddenly reached over, kissed my hand and called me adorable! Myword, it took all the strength I had not to swoon right then and there. Then he started to speak in a pretty perfect, general British accent. I was entranced! I did have to tell him off though as Zorro is not English so he started speaking THE hottest Spanish accent. OMG! I was smitten! And with a swish of his cape he was gone, out of my life, forever. It was a sad moment (and Coco was so jealous!).

I guess I sould be happy that I do get moments like that, but it's not anything like as enthralling as a life on the seven seas. I guess a girl can dream!

"Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A pirate's life for me!" - Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl