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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  • What a great thread!


    My first real job I walked onto a womens surgical ward and was asked to accompany a doctors round - we visited a woman and they removed her wound dressing to examine progress.  It exposed underlying organs (I'll say no more for the squeemish) I fainted and they had to drag me out beneath the curtains to revive me. 


    What a first impression.  Clearly I toughened up because surgery is definately my preference.


    How did I get into HR again?

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  • What a great thread!


    My first real job I walked onto a womens surgical ward and was asked to accompany a doctors round - we visited a woman and they removed her wound dressing to examine progress.  It exposed underlying organs (I'll say no more for the squeemish) I fainted and they had to drag me out beneath the curtains to revive me. 


    What a first impression.  Clearly I toughened up because surgery is definately my preference.


    How did I get into HR again?

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