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I Believe... [Plenty of Workers, Not Enough Decent Gigs]
I believe... that there isn’t a labor shortage, there’s a shitty job surplus.
I believe... that there isn’t a labor shortage, there’s a shitty job surplus.
By morning, he had decided he needed somewhere nobody cared about theater, someplace where the name Chekhov was more likely to be mistaken for a rifle than a playwright.