|this probably isn't my store, but it's incredibly similar|
My first two jobs were working for cartoon mice.
The first job, when I was 16, was at Chuck E. Cheese. You can read up on that life-altering event at an old post at the first blogsite.
I don't think I ever got around to writing about the three summers I worked for Mickey at The Disney Store in Houston, Texas. Well, it seems The Disney Store is no more. But in the summers on 1993- 1995, and Christmas of 1993, I worked part-time at the satellite representation of the happiest place on Earth.
It's been a very, very long time since this gig, and as I age, memories tend to grow fonder. Mostly, these days, I think about how that goofy job where I wore a cardigan and long pants in Houston summer of 98 degree days with 95% humidity, and I wonder how I'm not dead. But I also think of it as the place that taught me the most about how to put on a game face with co-workers and customers alike, and you get better/ best results out of both. It's not just stuff I use to this day on the job, it's stuff people pay huge money for in real life Disney Customer Service academies. No foolin'.