Ten years ago, I was waiting tables at an Italian restaurant and trying to figure out what to do with a Communications degree. I knew I loved film and was bound and determined to figure out a way to make a living in it. When I pictured where I’d land, I told myself I wanted to find a career that included festival travel as part of the job description. Think about it: traveling to world-class cities to see the latest independent film, discovering new work and meeting the people making it all happen. What’s not to love? The answer, I’ve come to learn, is pretty much nothing. I just returned from…