Six more weeks.

Truthfully, I'm ready to be done. I've felt that way for quite some time now. Not that I am not happy. I am. Seriously. I love my job and I feel so rewarded and fulfilled doing it. But the excitement of being at Disney is no longer a substitute for the low pay, poor treatment, and politics of this all. I haven't met as many new people as before. But then again, I didn't go through traditions or training since I was in the same role as last time, and that's where I met everyone last year. I've had a lot of problems with housing, and I am just over all of the politics that come with such a large company. That said, I will still remain seasonal for as long as I can, but as much as I thought I didn't want to move to Florida for the sole purpose of working for Disney before, I know for sure that is not what I want now. I love Disney. I always will. I love walking around the parks and the life that Orlando brings. I love the magic. I love my job. And I feel so blessed that I've gotten the chance to do it, twice. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't ready for these next 6 weeks to be over.