After I finished my master’s I went back to NYC to work in a gallery. It was family owned &located in the lower level of their townhouse. The night before an art fair we hosted a dinner. As gallery manager who helped organize the dinner, I assumed I was invited. But the night of the party, the owner’s wife told me I was to stay upstairs in a room with their 3 dogs so they wouldn’t disturb the guests. They brought me up a plate of the catered food. Needless to say I didn’t work there for long.