I put her out. During one of my college programs at a very popular theme park in Florida,

a magical rat planet of sorts, I lived with roommates. I still do not know, even after all these years,

why people do this? Why can't you just say Disneyland? Like, it's obvious. And not one at Disneyland is going

to care if this random person on Reddit has a story about their time when they were working

there or whatever. Like, what the heck? I get it if, you know, you worked at a small company that

you didn't want to name and you were anonymous on Reddit and just wanted to tell your story.

But really, Disneyland, Florida, or Disney World, whatever it's called, Florida? Jesus.

Anyway, let's get back into it. The program offered housing. At the time, they had four apartment

complexes. One was for foreign college students and the other three were for North American

college programmers or

CPs. Each apartment came with a different price tag that they automatically snatched from our

ridiculous work checks weekly. The newest and most bougie apartment came with two refrigerators,

but it was expensive. The second most expensive was quiet and close to the foreign college student

complex and then there was the oldest one, the cheapest one, known as the party place.

It was considered the hood or ghetto of CP housing. Keep in mind, it had two pools, one with a hot tub, a gym, a tennis court, and was where the CP bus station for the carless was located.

It was also in walking distance to multiple stores and restaurants.

No matter what apartment we chose, we had to share rooms with one other person.

So I opted to save money.

I chose the cheapest apartment.

I'd extended my program with a prior roommate and friend, so we decided to share rooms.

I'll call her Kendra.

Kendra and I met Jamie, Kelly and Halley, fake names.

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