Mascots

More from my big day at the baseball game - while taking a walk around the stadium, we came across the team mascot dressed in one of those scary stuffed-animal style outfits. Caterina insists that being a mascot must be the best job in the world, because you get to dance around like a fool and not be recognized by anyone. I have two pieces of information to dispute this theory. Number one – at Disney parks, there is a hierarchy of experience for employees who dress up as mascots. The newer you are, the worse the times you get to be out among the park guests. Imagine being out at 12 noon, in 40 degree Celsius weather, dressed as the Genie from Aladdin. Try to stay cheerful while trying not to melt - enough said. Second, I was once a mascot – Wally the Whale, the mascot from a credit union where I grew up. This is why it was not fun: kids are mean and have sticky hands. They kick you and pound your outfit until you keel over, and then they get their cotton candy stuck in your outfit. There is no ventilation, and you can’t scratch your nose because your arms are trapped in these terrible gloves that are supposed to look like flippers. The only good part is that you can make faces at everyone you see and you can get away with it under the outfit. So if you are considering a life as a mascot – reconsider!

Tags: Mascots, Disney