The Longest Ride at Disney

I recently got stuck on the longest ride at Disney. 


I know what you're thinking, she has to be talking about Tower of Terror... or Its a Small World... or Kilimanjaro Safaris... maybe The Great Movie Ride?


No. I'm talking about the elevator inside of Cinderella's Royal Table. Inside of CRT, there are four elevators. The Royal Elevator, which takes guests from the lobby to the second floor dining room, the Princess Elevator, which brings Cinderella and her princess friends from backstage to the CRT kitchen. The third elevator is the elevator to the Cinderella suite, and the fourth elevator is the CRT kitchen elevator. This fourth elevator is the longest ride at Disney. 


To get from the first floor prep kitchen, through the second floor break room, and the third floor main kitchen you have to sit through nearly a full minute of pops, snaps, creaks, and squeaks emmiting from the elevator shaft, warning you of your impending doom. Normally, this elevator, while loud, works just fine; however, that is not always the case...


I was bringing the dirty linen cart back from the utilidoor, and hopped on the kitchen elevator to ride it back up to the main kitchen area. We made it to the third floor, the doors wouldn't open... and the elevator went back tot he first floor... then back to the third floor... then back to the first floor... then in between the first and second floor.... then we stopped. 


For those of you who don't know, I am bat shit terrified of elevators. I have an anxiety attack just thinking about getting stuck in an elevator. All I can see is a horrible, devastating plunge to my doom down the shaft and flatten at the bottom like a pancake.


The elevator door jammed, so all I can imagine is the elevator plummeting to the bottom, to my doom... it was horrifying. 


Fortunately, after prying the doors open I was allowed to eat chocolate mousse and recoop from my elevator panic attack. Nothing calms the nerves like excessive amounts of sugar and repetitive napkin folding! 


Aside from my brush with death (ha, okay... maybe not quite) I'm starting to settle in here nicely. I work 50+ hours per week, and am aiming to save for a Spring Break trip with my wonderful boyfriend :) I'm heading home in a mere 38 days for my mid-program visit, the time is flying. I can't wait to see everyone and lay in bed next to Ali. It's the simple things that keep me going. 


The job is easy, very easy to get the hang of. For the most part, my coworkers are all pleasant people... I work with a fair amount of older adults. One of my coworkers is in her 80s, bless her heart! Working for the mouse, making magic for guests... let the memories begin!