**A reminder for anyone interested: this is part four of a chapter from my book, “Yes, I’m Still Here”. The rest of it is on my Substack, and this run ends next Friday.** That July I was an unpaid personal assistant and told a friend I felt like Andy Sachs, but in a good way. I forgot that in the movie, Paris is where it all falls apart. Nobody in a friend group admits to keeping a ledger. It just tends to live with whoever can least afford the entry fee. Have you ever been let off a bill in a way that cost you more, or does someone always have to be the one who says it out loud?