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   Friday, September 06, 2002

BUDDHA BAR

Greatly enjoying the record store gig -- first job I've had in a while where the day whizzes by since I'm so busy and enjoying myself -- but my first paycheque this week was predictably tiny. Very, very welcome, of course, but tiny. No final career destination here, that's for sure.

At the same time, the pub has been a bit dull lately, especially on nights like tonight, when I'm stuck guarding the bathroom. Yes, you read that correctly. Ontario liquor law prohibits bottles in non-licensed areas like bathrooms and foyers, so it's my job to make sure we don't get fined or shut down -- my very dull job (I prefer the 'action' of working the front door).

One man passed by me a few times as the evening went on and finally said, "Wow, you're still here in the same spot." "That's right," I said, waiting for the point. "You're the most steady thing in the bar," he said and I smiled at the psychological implications of that statement. "Yes," I replied, "I could be the most steady thing in this bar." "People will come to you if they want some peace," he laughed, then turned and strolled off.

Now I'm sure this guy was taking the piss out of me with all that, but I liked the notion of being some sort of oasis, the pub's own Buddha. I strive to be that sort of person who people can come to when they need support; unfortunately, at this stage in my life, my mind is too anxious and my routine is too chaotic to really be much help that way. Soon though, hopefully soon.