This is the boardroom, also know as "the fishbowl." All the masthead meetings take place here. It's also the place where passerbys tap on the glass, hoping that we will react.
The RRJ is back from the printers and ready for action. Well, almost. Today, we had to hand-stuff subscription cards into 1,200 magazines. "This is like slave labour," someone said. "No, we pay to do this," someone else responded. "It's actually a whole new level of slave labour."
Our loyal editor Carla, giving the worst celebratory speech I've ever heard. While popping the cork off the sparkling juice (not champagne--the booze comes later) she started giving further instructions. So the speech went something like this: "Okay guys, after we're done with this, I need someone to take the magazines down to Magazines Canada and then. . ." I interrupted her. "Aren't you supposed to give a speech?" So she started again: ". . .and then Magazines Canada will send our magazines out into the world to be read by all!"
So basically, worst celebratory speech ever, best enthusiastic instruction giving ever.
The Spring 2008 masthead. Click for a high-res version so you can see the awesome expression on Carla's face.
And that's how it's done folks: by an all-female masthead.
In the lab, this is my computer. We don't actually have assigned computers, but a select group of lab rats staked out our places early in the year. You can tell I chose this computer in September by the signage--this is left over from when I thought I had pink eye.
When I look to my right, I see Rebecca.