the reason for my angst

Two months ago I was offered a job, which I accepted. It's a mini-tour. It starts in mid-October and ends in mid-April 2009.

Good times.

Last week, I was offered a role in a play in the Northeast. It starts in early September. It ends in mid-October.

A week after the tour starts.

Whoops.

No worries. My job in the six-month long show is small, and I've already played that role...with that cast...with that director. And the role in the Northeast show (one that I've also done before) is the lead. Surely the tour crew would let me out for one measly week, right?

Uh, no.

And why was I not allowed to do both shows?

Because the director of the mini-tour wants to have the cast together for the first week...even though he's not even going to be there!

Bullshit.

But what can I do? It's 24 weeks of theater versus eight. Major theaters versus a minor one. It's a no-brainer.

That doesn't mean I have to like it, though. And I don't.