What itâs like to work where the magic happens A lot of people say Disneyland is their happy place. So why werenât they happier? Maybe they should have faked it, too. By Mollie Hersh Globe correspondent,Updated May 5, 2021, 12:00 p.m. Email to a Friend My commute looks a little something like this. I flash my ID at the Harbor Pointe gate. The entrance is hidden within the hedge, passed by thousands of tourists every day. No one sees us. I fix my peasant skirt â an ugly thing patterned with chickens â on my way from costuming, following the path alongside the giant white spaceship. If I listen closely, I can hear a flight crew screaming on their intergalactic mission.