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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.
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.