Alas, the tour job from hell rears its ugly head again.
One of the tour manager on the gig had a family emergency, and so the COMPANY called me to see if I could manage the event for a couple weeks in Florida.
The gig sucks, but if this will put me in their good graces it'll be worth it.
So, Saturday or Sunday I'm on a plane, being paid over double what I was before (but still far too little), with the title and responsibilities I originally wanted, and I'll be spending the start of my summer, including the Fourth of July and my Birthday, in the Sunshine State.