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