Week 25 - Day Jobs
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Stephen King was a janitor.
Ken Kesey worked as an orderly at a mental hospital.
Margaret Atwood worked at a coffee shop.
\\xa0Langston Hughes bussed tables
James Joyce owned and worked in a cinema
Dostoyevsky was an engineer
Octavia Butler inspected potato chips
Toni Morrison edited textbooks
And yes, Kurt Vonnegut sold cars.
That\\u2019s right, we\\u2019re talking day jobs. You know, the things that creatives and honestly most human beings complain about on a daily basis. Our day job tends to be seen as an obstacle to what we\\u2019re doing. The thing that gets in our fucking way and we just wish it would just go away so we can fully embrace our greatness. Retail, food and bev, insurance, car sales, cleaning, driving, washing dishes, and doing all of the little shit others don\\u2019t want to do; day jobs run the gamut throughout all of society.
But they\\u2019re just that, right? Day jobs.\\xa0
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