I was part of the Green Room crew Cally and
elisem recruited, as far as I can tell, almost entirely on alt.polyamory. (The exception to that being
truepenny, who I think took more shifts than I did despite also working for Elise in the Dealer's Room.
This is mostly easy work: feed a few people, walk down the hall with a sign saying "Five Minutes", and be there in case you're needed. The main thing is that it involves a commitment to stay put for a while (loosely--nothing wrong with asking someone who's in there anyway to hold the fort while I go to the loo).
gwynyth took the early morning shifts, leaving me and Cally free to have breakfast with
papersky instead of opening Green Room.
At one point Saturday afternoon, there were enough people in there that the room produced two loud conversations, and the people in the programming space next door came in and complained. We kicked almost everyone out of Green Room at that point: it's program prep space, not an auxiliary special secret con suite. I shushed people preemptively the next morning. (This isn't usually an issue, because Green Room isn't usually right next door to programming; it also doesn't usually handle the five-minute warnings, but being nearby and there being only a few program items at a time, it made sense.) Lenny Bailes was difficult to expel, so I put him to work making coffee. (Lenny had annoyed me much earlier in the con by a gratuitous display of tactlessness.)
Sunday morning Cally looked at me and said "Would you like to run Green Room next year?" I don't think she expected me to say "yes", but I'd been considering offering to do it this year, so this made sense. I took the 1-2 shift Sunday, which nobody had signed up for, so Cally could go to a rocketry panel; I lunched on babaghanoush spread on garlic bread (Elise had been shopping that morning). This worked as lunch, and considering how well going out for lunch had worked the day before, had a practical appeal.
During tear-down, Cally attempted to invest me with ceremonial Green Room regalia, but nobody else was looking. She also announced that I had accepted the job during the Dead Dog, again to a complete lack of attention. In practice, I'll need to contact appropriate Minn-stf people and offer, but I suspect they'll accept unless they're bothered by having the job done from 1000 miles away, meaning I'd miss all the Minicon meetings.
This is mostly easy work: feed a few people, walk down the hall with a sign saying "Five Minutes", and be there in case you're needed. The main thing is that it involves a commitment to stay put for a while (loosely--nothing wrong with asking someone who's in there anyway to hold the fort while I go to the loo).
At one point Saturday afternoon, there were enough people in there that the room produced two loud conversations, and the people in the programming space next door came in and complained. We kicked almost everyone out of Green Room at that point: it's program prep space, not an auxiliary special secret con suite. I shushed people preemptively the next morning. (This isn't usually an issue, because Green Room isn't usually right next door to programming; it also doesn't usually handle the five-minute warnings, but being nearby and there being only a few program items at a time, it made sense.) Lenny Bailes was difficult to expel, so I put him to work making coffee. (Lenny had annoyed me much earlier in the con by a gratuitous display of tactlessness.)
Sunday morning Cally looked at me and said "Would you like to run Green Room next year?" I don't think she expected me to say "yes", but I'd been considering offering to do it this year, so this made sense. I took the 1-2 shift Sunday, which nobody had signed up for, so Cally could go to a rocketry panel; I lunched on babaghanoush spread on garlic bread (Elise had been shopping that morning). This worked as lunch, and considering how well going out for lunch had worked the day before, had a practical appeal.
During tear-down, Cally attempted to invest me with ceremonial Green Room regalia, but nobody else was looking. She also announced that I had accepted the job during the Dead Dog, again to a complete lack of attention. In practice, I'll need to contact appropriate Minn-stf people and offer, but I suspect they'll accept unless they're bothered by having the job done from 1000 miles away, meaning I'd miss all the Minicon meetings.
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Technically, I was mostly recruited at the same dinner where Elise was recruited. But that's a technicality.
I'm glad to do morning duty again next year, too. (There's got to be *some* benefit to waking up at 6 or so...)
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K. [saw the regalia investiture, but am too vague and distractable to have grasped its significance. But if you want witnesses, hey]
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Green Room
Vicki should know, by now, that if she has a problem with me, she can tell me about it, instead of complaining about me behind my back. But, apparently, sometimes I upset her without meaning to or knowing about it.
Lenny Bailes <lennyb@speakeasy.net>
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If you absolutely needed, or simply wanted, to know that, you could have asked at some other time or place.
Also, as I noted in the post you were commenting to, the noise issue wasn't just a matter of disturbing people who were in the Green Room, but those who were next door. You were in the room when I pointed this out.
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Green rooms are, I think, problematic in that they are where the Cool People are and they have good food. Draws fans like flies. Once I saw somebody running a Wiscon green room wait until after the next program slot was 10 minutes gone, then walk up to a couple people who were lingering and munching. "Hey!" she said, "you're going to be late for your panel!" One just looked sheepish, the other said, "My panel's tomorrow." "Well, we'll see you then!" she replied. "I need to get things cleaned up for the next set of panelists, if that's okay?" They dribbled out the door. I've never seen anybody do crowd control so cheerfully.
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MKK