I don't know what it is exactly, being a server. It's a job certainly, but not exclusively. There's a transparency to it, a an occupation stripped of the usual ambitions. One doesn't move up or down. One waits. You are a waiter. It is fast money -- loose, slippery bills that inflate and and disappear over the course of an evening. It can be a means, to those with concrete ends and unwavering ambition. I grasped most of that easily enough when I was hired at the restaurant at age twenty-two.