I live in a small city. We’ll my little town is tiny. But the metropolitan area is also small.

However, we are known for our food scene. Our restaurants receive national recognition yearly.

Long story short. We got good food. Name a type of food and we rival any city in the us.

However. It is a small city.

So.

Every week I get resumes from people who have worked at restaurants that I know people at.

Suzy was a server here.

Jason was a server there.

Mark was a line cook here.

Pam was a bartender there.

So.

When I got a resume today from a guy who had worked at a restaurant I know someone at…I texted the manager.

No no no. He’s fucking crazy.

When Jasom got a resume from someone who used to cook at the pub I managed he texted to see if he should be interviewed. I said only if you want a side of sexual harassment with the hire.

Last week I hired a guy who worked at a restaurant where someone I know worked who said he was great.

A month ago I got four calls from people I know asking about a girl who had worked for me twice. Two different restaurants.

Um. No.

This girl comes with drama. Lots and lots and lots of drama.

So.

Remember.

Don’t burn bridges.

Don’t assume when you walk away the bridge won’t follow you.

It truly is a small town. Small area.