Things you don't hear, see, do or say in the work place any more.

the tea lady at lucas - she used to push a trolley and shout "trolley" as she passed through (my mate gary knight r.i.p always shouted "bolloc** after that and earned the nickname trolleybolloc** for evermore) the radio playing over the tannoy, 15 minutes per hour fag breaks in the smoke room - this was a room in the actual workplace with windows and doors like an office where upto 20 people would sit and have a fag as you couldn't smoke whilst working...... union power, if it dropped .1 degree below 15 degrees the union made everyone stop work and go to the canteen for hot drinks etc etc ironic for the fork lift drivers who worked outside..... i wonder why we shut down sometimes?

 

As I was rushing out of the office to sit through yet another meaningless meeting a young female colleague shouted out "Hey Steve, it's Stoptober! What are you giving up?" I replied "w...ing". Apparently I offended her and was told to apologise. I don't work there anymore!

 

As a teenager I used a pricing gun to price up items in a shop, they're redundant now.

 

The butchers, where the lady in the booth took your money.

 

Weekly pay packet in cash. When I was a apprentice in the magazine printing trade in London many yonks ago we worked with lead/tin/copper/wood and now banned fluids and was given a pint of milk a day to drink because of! Friday was pay day, we would all line up (130 of us ) in clock number order, walk passed the pay master with left arm open and hand facing up to accept pay packet and a washing towel over the arm, right hand was used to pick up a new bar of soap. Happy days!

 

My Dad's office had a Telex Machine.

 

was it kept so clean as it typed to a waiting world?

 

Very rarely hear please or thank you at my place, well any civility really, nowadays.
Lamberts haulage ,, 95% assholes

 

I remember my first holiday job at my mums work. She worked in the office but got me a job in the warehouse. I couldn't believe how much the men swore! It was f***ing this and f***ing that all day. There were loads of pin up pictures in all the blokes lockers too. I seemed to be making tea every 5 minutes

 

Girly calendars
Friday lunch time down pub 4 pints then back to work
A step ladder on the fork of a forklift on full extent to reach the lights
A boss that hit you if you got it wrong

 

I never saw it used once!

 

Things i dont say anymore?
Yeh, right, trying to get me banned from here?

 

Also there was a secretary in every office who wrote in short hand whilst being "dictated" to.

 

I also remember the "company computer" being in a room on its own due to its size.

 

Daisy wheel printers...

 

Dot matrix printers - what a noise!!

 

We used to hand-write prescription labels and used to just put 'The Tablets' unless the GP wanted the patient to know what they were given. No information leaflets, few warnings, no comeback

 

Aahh, I know its a song lyric and I can hear it in my head ( there's little else going on up there) but I'm buggered if I can place it, tell me, tell meeeeee!