Where's Waldo?

I stayed late at work last night and spent a good portion of my Saturday working on an application to the District Probation office. It would mean better pay, state employee benefits and getting out of my current office. I'm not really even sure I would want the job (I want to get out of this town and work in a more positive environment...i want to be nice) but I've decided that if I don't try, then I don't have the option - so at the very least I will apply for the option.
After some progress, I went to the Citadel with CAT - I was looking for a new nose ring and ran into one of my probationers (along with her 4 er make that 5, bun in the oven, children and her extremely pierced friend). Awkward.
We then passed one of my guys who works at a kiosk - I did not look in his direction... to avoid any more awkwardness.
This evening I went out for sushi and ice cream with some friends. At the restaurant there was a guy who is supervised by one of my co-workers. After ice cream, while walking back to my apartment, I spot another one of my guys - ready for a night on the town.
Earlier this week I discovered I am supervising a friend of a ex-fiance of a friend. Last weekend I was greeted at Target.
Man oh man.... do I want to stay in this field? I literally cannot go ANYWHERE?! Where is the anonymity? I feel like there isn't a "safe" place in this town where I can go without seeing someone who is/was on probation with me or a co-worker. Ugh! Are they all people I need to avoid - no - but I don't want to see them.
It's funny - when I logged in here today, I thought, "why don't we use our names? why so mysterious?" Then I remembered my inspiration. I had been urged by numerous friends to try on-line dating. I signed up for a match.com account, filled out my profile and provided pictures. It wasn't horribly successful, but I did get a handful of emails (none of my pursuers were worth getting to know). One day, I received an email and read the text before the picture popped up: "Hey Jana, thank you for not getting totally mad at me for missing my appointment on Wednesday. This isn't a come on, just wanted to tell you what a great job you do."
And then the picture - it was the guy you'd never want emailing you.The guy on my caseload with long hair, Led Zepplin t-shirts, tight stonewashed jean shorts....the horror! I can't win.