I've noticed something about all my silly part time jobs. They really don't fit me. I don't even mention them when people ask me what I do. I say that I'm a writer and a grad student. I've noticed something else, the people I work with think I'm pretty odd or lucky because this job is not my life. Today I sat in one coworkers office and listened to his work woes. I'm thankful that I have co-workers and that all these jobs are not what gives my day purpose.