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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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  • Wow Steve, this thread you started must be some kind of record in terms of community participation! Just noticed it was up to 3,000 reads and 82 posts!


    I've just thought of another memory - I was asked to drive the company car to a training event in Henley on Thames c 1995/96. This invovled a fairly long drive across country. The only trouble was that the company car in question was a Renault 5 turbo - more akin to a rally car (!) and I was a young, inexperienced driver, used to driving a Fiesta with a small engine. This was pre mobile phones and I gamely set off. Everytime I put my foot down I went flying off like a racing driver. It's a wonder I got there and back in one piece, but no-one ever questioned the suitability of the car or whether I'd be able to drive it!

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  • Wow Steve, this thread you started must be some kind of record in terms of community participation! Just noticed it was up to 3,000 reads and 82 posts!


    I've just thought of another memory - I was asked to drive the company car to a training event in Henley on Thames c 1995/96. This invovled a fairly long drive across country. The only trouble was that the company car in question was a Renault 5 turbo - more akin to a rally car (!) and I was a young, inexperienced driver, used to driving a Fiesta with a small engine. This was pre mobile phones and I gamely set off. Everytime I put my foot down I went flying off like a racing driver. It's a wonder I got there and back in one piece, but no-one ever questioned the suitability of the car or whether I'd be able to drive it!

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