Wealthy vs Rich

I am in someone's house who is obviously very well off. I am spending time primarily with the husband. My role is unclear, I may be working foe him, I may sell insurance. The house feels like a upper middle class home from the 1950s.

We are now going to another home and I am supposed to casually get to know people and create some business opportunities. I feel way out of my league and have no idea even how to join a conversation.

I notice the amazing decorating style that the artistic Uber Rich woman of the house has create for the gathering. There are loose fern prions stern around the marble floors. It looks effortless and natural. Like you are visiting Mount Olympus.

We are now back in the first home and apparently the group is planning on shifting is location here. The wife is frantically trying to recreate a similar feel in here home. The are hired house staff taking rapid orders and making a littoral mess of things. I notice one scrubbing at a stain just made in the carpet. I walk I to another room and the random natural decorations are so cramped in the much smaller rooms that you can't get by them. I feel sad for the wife trying to re-create a sense of style that is completely beyond her.

Notes: I woke feeling disoriented in my own life. I am acutely aware that even members of my own family are living in completely different worlds. Largely based on how we see money and religion and world view.