I remember a time, not so very long ago, when jobs were just these things that old people had to get when they left college. It didn’t sound like very much fun. After all, you had to leave college and go into this “real world” that everyone is always talking about. No more intramural sports, no more binge-drinking, no more co-eds.
On the other hand, it sounded kind of cute. All you had to do — from what I was told — was show up to the office of your choice a couple months after graduating, present your Princeton diploma, and voila, instant job (six-figure salary to be determined)! Sure, it wasn’t going to be college, but it didn’t seem all bad.
Now? We’re all fucked.
As the swine flu that emerged in Mexico began to make headlines, the quaint hamlet that is Princeton had its own worries: Whooping cough! …But now swine flu too, after 
