In other words, Summertime: What It's Like Trying to Get a Job in Logan
And it's about like this.
Four years. Four gazillion applications. Four interviews. Half a job. Half a job I love . . . but only half a job.
I am really coming to hate this town.
P. ost S. cript
I didn't particularly care for this song back in high school when we played it in symphony. But it's grown on me in the decade (!) since then.