Re: What do you remember???
That's funny. I was probably even worse for a young guy. I don't think I even heard the term til I was 19 or something like that.Re: What do you remember???
Re: What do you remember???
The typing pool in the office where I worked was hot and stuffy so the young women that worked there tended to dress accordingly irrespective of the season. This was at a time when 'hot pants' with knee high boots were all the fashion. Found a number of excuses to 'amend' a letter I had drafted so as to visit the typing pool.Re: What do you remember???
I was simply never that bold. I was simply terrified by the whole experience. I did eventually go out with one of the girls for a year, but I was madly in love with the supervisor.....her name was Margaret Stobbie. I remember thinking how beautiful she was for someone so old. In truth, I bet she was probably something like 36 or 37!Re: What do you remember???
These posts have reminded me of my first job in very large bakery as a junior shorthand/typist. As the junior it was my job to collect the tea-break cake orders morning and afternoon from the canteen. To get to there I had to go through the top floor bakery, one end to the other. Those massive blokes in their whites knew exactly what time I'd be passing through and were ready with their friendly bantering. Oh how I hated it. I ended up going out with one of the young lads, he who had the 750 Norton Atlas! We would speed along with no helmets, go grass-tracking, motorcycle clubs, all the wrong things. My Dad would have had a fit if he'd known.Re: What do you remember???
|