It doesn’t matter how organized or prepared I am, every time it’s my turn to put my stuff in the bins, I start to panic and riffle through my stuff to make sure everything is in order.  There are always a lot of people behind you waiting.  It’s like you can feel their eyeballs on the back of your head and their hot breath on your neck telling you to “hurry up.”  Everyone else always seems like a professional at this, and that they know something you don’t.