Day 5 and 6: Everybody’s Working for the Weekend.

It would be nice if Panelizr was the only thing in our lives. However, this is not the case. Sleeping was the first thing to go. Then eating. And finally, any semblance of a social life. Realizing this, the project managers took the shackles off our ankles and let us out into the real world for the weekend. No scheduled meetings. No periodic beatings. No more AMPs for Schuyler “The Circumstance?” Hunt. Rachel “Hermione” Mercer even traded in her steel-tipped whip for a beer, and the de-stressing began.

Some, like “el Jefe” Campabadal and “these boots are made for walkin” Buckingham, aimed to get as far away from Panelizr as possible- not ony getting out of the war room, but getting out of Richmond and out of VIrginia all together. Scents of Panelizr have been traced as far away as Northern Virginia. 

Klein relaxed over a box of Krispy Kremes and Rozycki took the opportunity to do as many voiceovers as possible. Raj “The Prince” Kuppuswamy danced to Michael Jackson and Matthew “First Year Creative Technologist” Runde danced to nothing at all. Greg “Gory” Elwood ran as fast as he could out of the war room and started coding again in the Brandcenter basement. Robot freedom. Many others joined Mercer in her libations. Some over one beer. Others over ten. This blogger sat by the fire and read poetry.

While I may make it seem like Friday marked the start of a Double Rainbow, it didn’t. There is still a ton of work to be done and deadlines to meet. Over e-mails, beers, or HTML, meetings were still going on. If fact, not that much changed at all. Just locations. But come Sunday at 3pm, everyone is to report to the war room once again. Shackles back on.

Seacrest Out.