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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  • When I was 13 I worked in a local petrol station, one of those 'modern' ones that had a shop (but before they were all Spars or TinyTescos or whatever they're called).  I received the princely sum of £1.25 per hour, and, when I had the audacity to ask for a pay rise, got sacked. 


    On the plus side there were weeks when, cleaning under the two freezers, I'd find more in loose change that had rolled under than I earned. 


    These days I'd earn more per hour, be able to claim unfair dimissal, but get sacked for fraud.  Easy come, easy go, I suppose :)


     

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  • When I was 13 I worked in a local petrol station, one of those 'modern' ones that had a shop (but before they were all Spars or TinyTescos or whatever they're called).  I received the princely sum of £1.25 per hour, and, when I had the audacity to ask for a pay rise, got sacked. 


    On the plus side there were weeks when, cleaning under the two freezers, I'd find more in loose change that had rolled under than I earned. 


    These days I'd earn more per hour, be able to claim unfair dimissal, but get sacked for fraud.  Easy come, easy go, I suppose :)


     

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