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I remember typing pools...

Steve Bridger

I remember my first day at work. The summer of 1981. County Hall. The smell of polished corridors and trolleys laden three-feet high with leaver arch files and buff folders. I opened a door and there it was: The Typing Pool. Page 3 of The Sun were always plastered on the walls of the printing unit whenever I was asked to make errands. We still had a few discussion threads on that topic in the early days here - in 2004!


And I've seen Made in Dagenham, the movie!


I only mention this as the CIPD published a report called Work Audit today, a fascinating look at how the world of work has changed
in Britain since 1952.


I thought we could share our own compelling vignettes of social history comparing changes in the way we work.


What do you reckon?


Steve

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  • Well my first day at work in 1982 was a Saturday job in a video shop; I was 14.  We rented both VHS and the wonderous quality of Betamax!  I remember being paid £14 for the 12 hour day, no proper lunch break and spent most of the day on my own whilst the "Manager" was recovering from his hangover.  It's a good job it wasn't rocket science.

    My first "proper" job though, was as a Secretary in the Service Department of a Car Dealership.  I was 20 and considerably slimmer in those days.  I'm sure you can imagine the number of times I was asked to deliver something to the Parts or Bodyshop Managers, whose offices entailed a no holds barred walk through an aircraft hangar like service bay, lined by large numbers of "grease monkeys" and Page 3 posters (and far, far worse).  Oh yes, this Convent educated girl certainly had her eyes opened, her knowledge of the female anatomy maxed out and a crash course in "perception" of what is and isn't harrassment!

     Those were the days........................ ;-)

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  • Well my first day at work in 1982 was a Saturday job in a video shop; I was 14.  We rented both VHS and the wonderous quality of Betamax!  I remember being paid £14 for the 12 hour day, no proper lunch break and spent most of the day on my own whilst the "Manager" was recovering from his hangover.  It's a good job it wasn't rocket science.

    My first "proper" job though, was as a Secretary in the Service Department of a Car Dealership.  I was 20 and considerably slimmer in those days.  I'm sure you can imagine the number of times I was asked to deliver something to the Parts or Bodyshop Managers, whose offices entailed a no holds barred walk through an aircraft hangar like service bay, lined by large numbers of "grease monkeys" and Page 3 posters (and far, far worse).  Oh yes, this Convent educated girl certainly had her eyes opened, her knowledge of the female anatomy maxed out and a crash course in "perception" of what is and isn't harrassment!

     Those were the days........................ ;-)

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