In 2004, Pam Fremon was our slave to the sign-making printer. She made many, many dozen (several hundred) signs over the course of a couple of months...and lots at the 62nd World Science Fiction Convention itself (because nobody ever remembers to order all of their signs).
At one point, Mike kicked Pam and her friend Bill Neville out of the sign part of the office and bought them dinner...just to make sure they got some time away and sat down to eat real food like grownups.
Pam died last year, and I find myself missing her a lot today...as Mike and I are in the NESFA clubhouse printing many signs for the London Worldcon, using the same printer over which Pam slaved. I've printed 90+ feet of signs tonight and am still a piker.
Rest in peace, Pam, my friend.