Tonight, I'm timing critiques, which means it's my job to make sure the panels run on schedule. Designers tend to be quite earnest and long-winded, in my experience--unlike, say, writers. I'm bored as crap, so here are some photos of the goings-on. I'll let you know if anyone cries.
Big-Ass Panel for the Bridge Projects
These guys clean up nicely, I have to say.
What's with the slackers STILL working on projects with 15 minutes till show time? You had eleven weeks, ladies.
Maria--ever the drama queen.
Keith, working hard at the front desk, earning the big bucks.
After all that pain and suffering, the projects go in the slush pile for judging.
Mary and Audrey, gossiping about minus-five.
My very scientific system for timing the panels. Since "the accident," I can't remember anything without stickies.
Look what Craig the writer brought me!
Hey kids, your mama doesn't live here! Clean up after yourselves.