The best job in America: Or, an alternative to the summer internship problem

The best job in America: Or, an alternative to the summer internship problem

Sitting on a trash bag bursting with beer bottles and baby diapers, drinking our mandatory morning Red Bulls, my coworker and I watched a full-grown buffalo meander between the hotel cabins we cleaned to pay our rent. We were planning what hike we could squeeze in if we managed to get off work by 4 p.m. — we had this conversation nearly every day. “Dude, this is, like, the best job in America,” one of us would inevitably say.   “And nobody knows…