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   Thursday, October 10, 2002

THE BAD, BAD MAN

Realizing with horror that it's been an entire week since my last post. So undisciplined. But even scarier is wondering where the week went. A couple lovely evenings with Darcy in the middle of non-stop customer service.

Or lack thereof. I'm blue at the moment over my shift at the pub this evening. A photographer I know and like was working a party there but, by 2:45 am, had enjoyed one drink too many and refused to leave the bar. Now I've been told -- previously in general and this evening in particular -- that every single non-staff member MUST be out of the pub by that time. I tried to talk him into leaving in the least threatening manner I could but he kept screaming to stay, wailing, "Leave me alone! You are totally stressing me OUT!" Really, he was acting like a small child but I still ended up feeling like someone being cruel to a small child. I felt sorry for him and, quite frankly, it's much easier to turf out assholes.

I fear that the incident will reflect badly on me with my boss and co-workers. I fear that the photographer will go on at length to anyone who will listen about what a bastard he thinks I am (it's a small community). Mostly, I fear that there WAS some way to get him out gently and on time but one that just didn't occur to me. Is everyone this hard on themselves, or is it just me?

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