Old Zine Friends, Writing, Temping

I like Bill Tuomala's essay Slumming Through Cubicles from his latest Exiled on Main Street, a zine I've been reading since he started it. But yeah--growing up. Taking jobs that matter and that you are invested in. Reminiscing about those shitty jobs you didn't like much, but that left you emotional and mental space for your own creative work. How to be a writer and also be a grown-up. (Grown-up is my word, not his.)