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Dear Advisors,
I’ve got a wicked case of senioritis – I’ve had
a job locked up for months. How can I stay focused?
-Second-Year Slump
SJ: How’s your mother doing? I remember she
was having surgery last week. Oh, and you’re dating that girl from the
med school, right? How is that going? And that mole on your left
buttock? Has that changed shape at all? You should really get that
looked at. Here, let me write down the name of my friend over at Dick’s
House – just tell her Sally sent you. Say, by the way, are Paul Schned
and Emily Ratcliff still together?
Dear Advisors,
I’m feeling really stressed lately. I can’t
sleep, and I think it’s starting to affect my schoolwork. What should I
do?
-Sleepless in Buchanan
BH: You have to look at this from an
economic perspective. What is your WTP? How much sleep are you willing
to give up for H’s? It’s all about tradeoffs. Look for where the demand
for your time intersects with the supply of your energy. BOOM! That’s
your maximum efficiency point.
Dear Advisors,
I’m going insane. There is nowhere in Hanover to
get a good haircut, shop, or get my eyebrows waxed. The only tailor in
town takes 3 weeks to hem a pair of jeans! Every time I go to a city for
an interview, everyone looks so glam, and I’m a fleece-clad, unibrowed
mess. How can I feel like a girl again?
-Backwoods Barbie
JC:
Oh, cry me a freakin’ river. The only reason you’re getting those
banking interviews is because you have a vagina! What? We all know it’s
true. Listen, sunshine, you should just be thanking your lucky stars,
because if this were 1972, you wouldn’t even BE here. That’s right, I
said it. Oh, no he didn’t. Oh, yes, I did! Could you hand me a beer? |