Do you think any of those jobs taught you anything or gave you any ideas your stories would be incomplete without? Or is it perfectly sensible for me to go scrounging for money in high-end hotel couches?
I’m going to put this as politely as I can, and now aim it at you at all.
If anyone out there thinks that not being out in the world, not working real jobs and not being around the general population will make them a better writer, they are either William Butler Yeats or utterly fucking deluded. And if they are not Yeats then they will never write a single line I’d ever want to read.