I just posted something about how small my town is.

This was prompted by an application I got today.

A man emailed me his resume. He got my information at the bar. On Saturday night. During service. At 8:00. After asking if he could speak to me about a job.

Read the room folks.

If you can’t read the room then you can’t work for me. Reading the room is part of the job.

Seriously the bartender walked up to me at 8:00 on Saturday night to see if I had time to chat with someone about a job.

We were slowing down. But I was fucking exhausted. It was a long service.

I handed the bartender my card and said tell him to email me.

And he did.

Turns out he worked at a restaurant I’m very familiar with. Jason is friends with several employees there. I texted Jason to do a background check.

He didn’t need to ask anyone. He’d applied with him as well. Rumor is that he’s crazy. I don’t have room for any more crazy people. I’m at my quota.

Add to that his inability to read the room.

I hear Applebee’s out by the mall is hiring.