I remember typing pools...

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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  • I'm really enjoying this thread!  I learned to type in the '80s at school, on a manual typewriter, so carbon paper, tippex paper and pencils with brushes on the end are all familiar to me.


    My first job was as a Receptionist, in 1992.  I had an electric typewriter on my desk but no computer.  I did occasionally cover for the MD's PA and she had a computer, but she also had a telex machine (so we could communicate with our staff "in the field" all over the world).


    (The highpoint of the job was the Friday afternoon when the courier company were so busy they used to send the GORGEOUS Assistant Manager out on pickups on our route)


    My dad worked in Telecoms all his career so talk of trimphones and undersea cables takes me back to my childhood.

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  • I'm really enjoying this thread!  I learned to type in the '80s at school, on a manual typewriter, so carbon paper, tippex paper and pencils with brushes on the end are all familiar to me.


    My first job was as a Receptionist, in 1992.  I had an electric typewriter on my desk but no computer.  I did occasionally cover for the MD's PA and she had a computer, but she also had a telex machine (so we could communicate with our staff "in the field" all over the world).


    (The highpoint of the job was the Friday afternoon when the courier company were so busy they used to send the GORGEOUS Assistant Manager out on pickups on our route)


    My dad worked in Telecoms all his career so talk of trimphones and undersea cables takes me back to my childhood.

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