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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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  • Ah yes, Clare, those were the days - when the shop workers got reasonable time off on Thursday afternoons and Sundays, and you had to find imaginative things to do with your leisure time instead of trekking round the shops...


    We actually worked less hard in those pre-computer days than we do now. on average. (I'm talking about the seventies here, when I was in my first proper job).  Although one thing I don't miss is using Gestetner duplicating machines with stencils and utterly indelibly printer ink that unfailingly found its way onto your white shirt cuffs even if you rolled your sleeves up. And that red correcting fluid with a smell that blew your mind...

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  • Ah yes, Clare, those were the days - when the shop workers got reasonable time off on Thursday afternoons and Sundays, and you had to find imaginative things to do with your leisure time instead of trekking round the shops...


    We actually worked less hard in those pre-computer days than we do now. on average. (I'm talking about the seventies here, when I was in my first proper job).  Although one thing I don't miss is using Gestetner duplicating machines with stencils and utterly indelibly printer ink that unfailingly found its way onto your white shirt cuffs even if you rolled your sleeves up. And that red correcting fluid with a smell that blew your mind...

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