Pointless week

Last Tuesday, they told me to head to Florida on Sunday. On Friday, they told me that my part of this trip wasn't actually scheduled until the middle of the second week of the test, but I had to go for the first day anyhow. On Monday, between joking about the broken equipment, they told me that I was the only one who knew what I was doing, and I barely know myself. On Tuesday, while watching the green suiters gibber at the broken satellite dish, they told me that my part of the test may not happen at all, but nobody can actually make the call that will allow me to go home now rather than after a long weekend alone in Florida.

Anyone in Tampa? Anyone? Beuller?