Last summer, in an effort to clamor together money to move out and on to the next destination, I found a gig as a server for a wedding. Not a small wedding either. The couple came from money—all 100 'friends' dressed in outfits that cost more than my rent. When their family members took turns speaking at the dinner following, I found I couldn't listen too well. My mind was elsewhere; I was immensely uncomfortable and I wanted to be anywhere else. I shouldn't take these sorts of gigs, I was thinking. I'm ruining the whole thing, people aren't relaxed. I wanted to be anywhere else.