Sure it “did great in the snow back in Boston/Chicago/Wisconsin,” but I’ve got two words for ya: sell it.
2. You gorged on ski passes.
Epic Pass? Check. Steamboat-Copper Mountain combo? Check. Winter Park? Sure, why not? Loveland four pack? Definitely! Couple days at Monarch? Might as well buy them online now. Once you do the math next summer, you’ll realize that one pass is probably enough.
3. You get schnockered every après.
I know everything is awesome, but pace yourself young Padawan; it’s a long season and you’re going to need a functioning liver come closing day.
4. You take whatever job comes your way…as long as you don’t have to be there until 3pm.
Ski. Every. Damn. Day. That’s why you’re here. Just because you have a master’s degree in microfinance doesn’t mean you’re too good to wash dishes at the slopeside greasy spoon.
5. You take whatever apartment comes your way.
It’s November and rooms are going faster than pancakes at fat camp. You don’t really care if “it’s technically a closet” or “the walls aren’t insulated” or “burn marks from the hash-making explosion are still visible.” You just want to know where to sign and to whom to make the check out.