По итогам прошедшего Игрокона я могу сказать, что...

Based on the results of the last Player, I can say that I don’t know why I want to work for the player ???? The work is vain, all day on its feet, the working day is long, a little more than 12 hours ... At the same time, I always have something to do and even no time to go out for dinner. I can’t sit down and play at least one game in a game that interests me. I have to regularly explain the rules of the games, which I don’t even want to tell, I don’t even want to come close.
Each time I tell myself that next year I will come just as a visitor. I feel the new desktops in a quiet mode. Looks like other publishers. I'll finally see cosplay. And every time the time comes, I volunteer to work. Or both days, as of now. Or one day, because on the second day I ride rogaine. But I’m just going to work =)
Here I see some analogy with IMB. IMB is an event where it’s hard, wet, dirty, long and boring, sometimes cold, sometimes painful. And still, over and over again, I press the "register team" button.
There is also something magical on the player. There are people here whom I am glad to see and who are glad to see me. I like to watch how the shapeless pile of tables and chairs turns into our most comfortable game room before our eyes. And then, literally in a couple of hours, the playhouse disappears, leaving behind only rows of boxes and an empty room. I like to tell our visitors about desktops, I like to see joy and smiles on their faces. I am glad when my recommendation is successful, and to the question "how do you like the game?" they answer me "not bad ... they’ve already bought a box ????". Well, or not a recommendation, just a good story. Empty shelves in the middle of the day leave no room for recommendations.
This time, the strongest impression was the analysis of the store after the player was closed. I felt what it was like to be an ant in an anthill. In the middle of the gaming zone, a full-fledged store was assembled at Hobby Games, fenced on all sides, with frames at the entrance and with racks clogged with games around the perimeter. In the mornings they dragged new boxes to the store for putting them out, and after closing they had to pack all the leftovers back. A couple of dozen people participated in this, and each had its own occupation. Someone collected and glued empty boxes. Someone brought empty boxes inside. Someone was packing unsold games in empty boxes. Someone sealed the full boxes. Someone carried them out of the store and loaded them onto pallets. All the time they were carrying something somewhere, in some mysterious way the oncoming flows managed to disperse in a narrow passage, and on pallets there were stacks of boxes ready for shipment. As a result of this ant fuss literally an hour from a full-fledged store, there were bare empty shelves. There was a store - blinked - no store. Fantasy ????