Typically, I worked mid week in field circus. And it was always the same group that went out--one family with an unbelieving husband, one family that the whole group is in, myself, the conductor and his wife, and maybe the person whose house is being used for the arrangement. Sometimes we would get one or two others out. I always ended up with either the conductor or someone he delegated, who would watch me like a parent would watch a 2-year old. He didn't tolerate anything that was not specifically prescribed. The only good thing was he was poorly organized, frequently forgetting medication or needing breaks for one purpose or another.
Which is more than could be said early on. The humanoid tyrant that dragged me into the cancer insisted on working with me every damn time out, would dictate everything I said or did, keep me out (as close to making me late for work on purpose), and never believed in taking a break for anything. He would keep me out with him, even after field circus was finished--so he could maintain his iron fisted control of me.