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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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  • Ahh, those were the days of Directors parking, whilst everyone else had to cross a dangerous lane to get from the car park to the factory. Where inuendo was seen as a form of flattery and not harrassment (as a young 18 year old, I was told that I would just have to accept this way of life, by my HR Manager!) when smoking areas were common place and going back to work after a liquid lunch a Friday was the norm. 



    My first HR roll involved me 'double punching' the payroll into and ancient computer to make sure I got it right, having a centralised office printer and needing to walk 200 yards to get to it, now I cringe at the memory of all that personal data hanging around!



    The best bit though was an employee who has a false leg and whenever we had a new starter, he would take it off and put it sticking out of the factory compactor to panic the new guy!, ahh such fun!!



    Lynne    

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  • Ahh, those were the days of Directors parking, whilst everyone else had to cross a dangerous lane to get from the car park to the factory. Where inuendo was seen as a form of flattery and not harrassment (as a young 18 year old, I was told that I would just have to accept this way of life, by my HR Manager!) when smoking areas were common place and going back to work after a liquid lunch a Friday was the norm. 



    My first HR roll involved me 'double punching' the payroll into and ancient computer to make sure I got it right, having a centralised office printer and needing to walk 200 yards to get to it, now I cringe at the memory of all that personal data hanging around!



    The best bit though was an employee who has a false leg and whenever we had a new starter, he would take it off and put it sticking out of the factory compactor to panic the new guy!, ahh such fun!!



    Lynne    

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