You know something's going on when the boss say, "Bec, have you got a sec?", then asks you about your plans for next month. I instantly assumed, and correctly, it turns out, that I'm needed in Emerald. I said I'd do it, as long as I wasn't there for my birthday.
Turns out my birthday will be smack in the middle of the two weeks I'll be out there for. So they've very generously offered to fly me back home for the weekend of my birthday so my karaoke birthday party plans will not get canned, especially since I started sending invitations this morning!
Emerald isn't that bad a gig - they pay for my flights, put me up at a motel, and depending on which one it is, pay for room service. Every other time I've been out there, I've been offered a car, which I had to politely decline, since I didn't drive, but now I do! But seeing as how I'll only be there for one weekend, hardly seems worth the bother of travel. And it's not every day a girl gets on a plane four times in two weeks. It's a good thing I love flying!