Top Ten Places to Store Your Stuff over the Summer

10) PODs with homeless dudes in them – they’re chill!

9) Your sister’s walk-in closet – she won’t mind!

8) Offshore Swiss bank account

7) Pokecenter PC – plenty of empty space there

6) That one room with the corner where, you know, no one’s gonna find it there…

5) Pawn Shoppe – it won’t cost you any more money to pick it up, I swear!

4) Level 6 Bag of Holding

3) Your roommate already stole all of it

2) Well, you can’t go home, because your parents disowned you

1) Shove it up your ugly ass; that’s right, shove it up your ugly ass!

How’s it going, Vandy??

It’s been a while, Vanderbilt. Quite some time since we last had a little chat. How are you doing? You didn’t email me at all over the break, even though I was in summer school. Why didn’t you answer my phone calls either, Vanderbilt? Is our relationship not important to you anymore? Don’t tell me that you were busy with football. I’m not buying that excuse. Not again.
No, Vanderbilt, I’m not going ask “…so, how was your break?” because I don’t care. I know you just sat around unemployed and unashamed. Vanderbilt, for having so many economics professors, did you not learn anything about big spending? You worked hard for those dollars, and you went and spent them on renovating Sarratt? Eh, don’t fret. I’m just giving you a hard time, Vanderbilt. It’s what I do.
Do anything fun in your free time, Vandy? You and I had been talking about going to Bonnaroo, but what did you do? You bailed out and made me pay for the tickets! Low blow, man. You’re not much of a warm weather type, anyway. I’m not sure if you would have made it in that humidity. Hey, don’t give me any lip. The people who camped next to me were from West Virginia, and I had to overhear stories of a woman rolling on ecstasy after shoving it up her ass. Seriously! You woulda seen some of your old friends, though, like Jay-Z, Phoenix and The Flaming Lips. They were wondering why you didn’t come out to see them. Even Trombone Shorty was worried, and he’s the one who stood you up before!
I heard you and Passion Pit are getting back together. That’s cool, I guess. You two were complicated before, so I’m not sure how it’s going to turn out this time. What? You’re two-timing with Snoop Dogg? What would Kanye and Lil Wayne have to say about that? You’ve been friends with them since high school; you gotta take their advice seriously. Don’t even think about talking to that guy Eminem. He’s a wash-up. He’ll promise you some edgy social commentary, but you’ll just get lame chorus hooks and weak stage presence. If he crashes any of our parties, I’m not gonna be pleased with you, Vandy.
What’s your plan for the future, bro? It sucks that Bobby Johnson had to split. Hey, Kevin’s still with you! He’s always been more thoughtful of your needs anyway. He knows how to please an institution of higher learning.
Look, I’m running out of time. I gotta run to class, but before I go, could you please fix the A/C in Towers IV? It’s hot as balls in there.

True Life: Grim Summer Internship Lessons

Now that the summer is over, I can finally look back and assess my unpaid internship experience. For those of you who were either not lucky enough to partake in this great exploitation, or foolish enough to make money over the summer instead of working for literal peanuts, I have managed to distill my experience into just a few simple lessons. Consider this a crash course in what to expect from your summer internship.
Lesson #1: Traffic Sucks. Traffic is the root and cause of all rage. Why does the entire business world insist on working the same shift? “Hey, you know what sounds like fun? Working nine hour shifts and then making a twenty minute drive into a two hour commute!!” Seriously? Who the hell promoted these people? Words cannot describe how many times I’ve wanted to go GTA on the highway and just off-road the whole trip. Also, here is an insider’s tip for switching lanes: switch lanes in front of large vehicles, they can’t accelerate as quickly. It’s scary the first few hundred times, but once you habituate to near-death, it shaves a solid three minutes off your trip both ways!

Lesson #2: Minesweeper is really, really hard. Once you actually get to your internship, you will quickly realize one very important lesson about unpaid internships: no one has a fucking clue about what you are there for. Thus, you will brave all the traffic only to sit in your cubicle and wait for something to do. Minesweeper is standard with all Windows computers, and fortunately near impossible to master. So, get comfy and click your heart away (it’s a soul crushing experience). Another insider’s tip: role-playing with minesweeper is a really fun way to keep yourself occupied. Just be sure to not get too into the role playing; one of my coworkers is currently suffering from PTSD because he really thought he killed his whole battalion in ‘Nam.
Lesson #3: Face-to-Face meetings are considered very awkward. Adults love to call us anti-social, but they take it to a whole new level. Want to talk to the person ONE cubicle over? Call their extension. Want to meet with the person the next aisle over? Better shoot them an email to set up a call to discuss when you want to meet so that you can agree on a time to meet and then realize that they already have another meeting and then you have to go reschedule the original meeting, but now they think they want to have third person involved etc. Better just crawl into the fetal position and give up now. Sorry, no insider’s tip here; it’s just the way the business world in its infinite wisdom operates.
Lesson #4: College was a waste of time and money. I’ll keep this simple: absolutely nothing you learned in college applies to the real world. Unless you were foolish enough to major in Engineering or HOD (never thought those majors would be mentioned together did you?), you wasted a lot of time, and a lot more money. It turns out that a deep understanding of operant and classical conditioning does not help you convince people to buy ad space, nor do the basic rules of Kantian Ethics actually work in the real world (for more on that please consult Bernie Madoff). Last insider tip: don’t graduate ever. Van Wilder definitely had it right.
Well, there you have it. You basically made it through your first summer internship. Sure, I could go into the mind numbing data mining that you often have to do, but the problem with mind-numbing tasks is that you don’t really remember what you do. Just remember if you ever get that urge to burn down the office over a Swingline stapler, it’s time to walk away and find a new career path.

Top Ten Reasons to Stay in Nashville This Summer

10. Let’s face it, packing is a bitch, and you know it.

9. You really don’t want to have to go through Atlanta.

8. Your parents don’t want you.

7. Your parents do want you, but you just happen to be from Nashville.

6. Still looking for your muse in Music City.

5. Lacking a few hours for your quadruple major.

4. No income tax, so you can finally start that home brewery.

3. Your home state is currently going bankrupt.

2. You really enjoy nicely paved interstates and orange barrels.

1. You were still drunk and missed your flight.

Do Drugs for fun and profit

“I made $5,000 in 3 weeks this summer because of drugs,” I tell friends, family and professors when they ask me how my summer went. After an awkward pause, I go on to explain that I’m talking about working as a guinea pig for large pharmaceutical companies. Obviously. It has all the perks of whoring out your body—quick money, new friends and oft-cleaned sheets—but minus most of the drawbacks. Innuendos aside, let me tell you about how you too can make an absurd amount of money in a short amount of time—completely legally.

Here’s the deal: you screen for a particular study, check into a hospital for a pre-determined number of days, and then they dose you and make sure everything works according to plan. The vast majority of studies are for healthy volunteers so that they’re not giving potentially rough-and-tumble drugs to little Timmy as he’s hooked into a dialysis machine and “conversing” with the stripper he received from the Make-a-Wish foundation. And I mean healthy volunteers— no smoking, no drugs, no allergies, no health problems and no old people or fatties. But ladies, don’t be too healthy; most places don’t accept women who can have “drug babies”—a.k.a. liabilities. So get back to the kitchen and bedroom, because this is one workplace you’re not entering. Don’t blame me—I’d love for our studies to NOT be raging sausage festivals, or, when school is out, bizarro frat houses.

I know that you’re thinking “Oh my god, isn’t doing that like, dangerous or something?” Actually, it’s not. Your last Friday drink-a-thon was probably more dangerous than the couple milligrams of scrutinized molecules they’re sending your way. They start with tons of computer simulation, move onto animal testing (thanks, Fluffy!) and then introduce it to humans with a tiny fraction of a real dose. Oh wait, you’re also in a hospital being monitored 24/7. In the four separate studies that I’ve done—schizophrenia, Alzheimer’s, hepatitis and more—I’ve never felt anything or seen anyone have any problems. Sorry Billy Bong McThrillseeker, it’s remarkably uneventful. (Although, in the interest of full disclosure, the only “problem” I’ve witnessed was a group that collectively got really trippy dreams. But that’s only if you’re really lucky/unlucky.) And after you’ve talked with scores of people who have been doing this since the mid-90’s, you relax a bit.

Being locked up in a hospital isn’t too bad. The last place I was at— Spaulding Clinical in West Bend Wisconsin—had great wireless, a big projector TV, XBox 360 and Wii, a pool table, a poker table, catered food, TVs in all our spacious rooms and more. They even allow fertile women. At $250 a day, it’s like I’m getting paid $15 to watch a movie, $50 for an afternoon of poker and $100 to sleep. I made more money in a week than I would working part-time at school all year. At that pay-rate, I will happily jump throw through their couple of hoops. Yes, it involves needles, but the fact that you become completely fearless of them within a couple days is really a positive thing. Obviously.

If you think that you can just spend the rest of your summers in air-conditioned Drug Dens, think again—you should legally respect the 2-3 month wash-out period between studies. Since the various pharma companies can’t compare notes yet, you don’t have to wait, but unless you want multiple drugs partying and raving together in your body (a.k.a. trashing it), then you need to take breaks.

I could be like ol’ Grandpa Moneybags and regal you with stories for hours on end, but I’m going to be lazy and just point you towards more information if you want it. JARL.org (short for Just Another Lab Rat) is arguably better than GPGP.net (Guinea Pigs Get Paid) or ClinicalConnection.com, but they all point you in the right direction. Usually, you just want to find the closest testing facilities and sign-up for their mailing lists. Make sure to tell the pharmaceutical companies that Brendan Alviani recommended you, so that I can receive $100 (and, like any good drug transaction, I’ll give you a cut too). Discuss your health status with your physician before beginning any study. Side effects may include: diarrhea, headaches, other non-existent side effects and swollen bank accounts.