Bus Honeygun
This week the score draws are plentiful
I'm normally at home most of the time, but I went into the office yesterday. There are some photos on the wall of our previous offices. We're getting kicked out of this one next year and I started getting nostalgic.
I've been in my job 23 years. When I started, it was mostly paper-based with racks of files and people whose job it was mainly to do that filing. We'd only just been given PCs with internet access. We had flexi-time but with core hours, so there was a lot of clock watching until you were allowed to leave or go to lunch. There was a lot of clock watching in general as the work was quite repetitive and dull and everyone knew what everyone else was doing. The dress code was sort of unspoken. It was pretty casual, but if a man came in wearing shorts in the summer there might be words, depending who his boss was. Twice a day, someone came around with a tea trolley, and twice a day dedicated messengers came round with piles of post. Hundreds of people worked there and you knew who most of them were after a while. Lots of gossip and intrigue, but also a big sense of community. Important union meetings would attract 50-100 people to listen to the branch officers. If it was someone's birthday or someone was leaving or getting married we'd all be in the pub for lunch. Some people would just be in the pub every lunchtime regardless.
I went in yesterday and sat on my own. There are some other people dotted around but I don't know who half of them are or what they do. I can come in when I want and leave when I want. My boss is 400 miles away and I've never met her. My computer sticks in a slot in my rucksack and is light enough to carry to and from work. I guess internet usage is monitored still, but as all my work is online and my job involves searching the internet quite often, I don't know how. I haven't heard of anyone being sacked for spending too much time on the internet in years. Bloke across from me spends all day staring at his phone. My union branch is spread across a whole region. We're not allowed to hold meetings with members on the site but it doesn't matter anyway, because they're all over the place so there's not much point. Nobody comes around with a tea trolley anymore - you won't even get a biscuit if you're an official visitor. If anyone goes to the pub at lunchtime they keep it to themselves. Last week I went out to the post office and picked up some shopping during work time. I didn't have to ask because no one would have known. Even if they did, I'm not sure they would have cared.
Any other streams of consciousness reminiscing from other lifers?
I've been in my job 23 years. When I started, it was mostly paper-based with racks of files and people whose job it was mainly to do that filing. We'd only just been given PCs with internet access. We had flexi-time but with core hours, so there was a lot of clock watching until you were allowed to leave or go to lunch. There was a lot of clock watching in general as the work was quite repetitive and dull and everyone knew what everyone else was doing. The dress code was sort of unspoken. It was pretty casual, but if a man came in wearing shorts in the summer there might be words, depending who his boss was. Twice a day, someone came around with a tea trolley, and twice a day dedicated messengers came round with piles of post. Hundreds of people worked there and you knew who most of them were after a while. Lots of gossip and intrigue, but also a big sense of community. Important union meetings would attract 50-100 people to listen to the branch officers. If it was someone's birthday or someone was leaving or getting married we'd all be in the pub for lunch. Some people would just be in the pub every lunchtime regardless.
I went in yesterday and sat on my own. There are some other people dotted around but I don't know who half of them are or what they do. I can come in when I want and leave when I want. My boss is 400 miles away and I've never met her. My computer sticks in a slot in my rucksack and is light enough to carry to and from work. I guess internet usage is monitored still, but as all my work is online and my job involves searching the internet quite often, I don't know how. I haven't heard of anyone being sacked for spending too much time on the internet in years. Bloke across from me spends all day staring at his phone. My union branch is spread across a whole region. We're not allowed to hold meetings with members on the site but it doesn't matter anyway, because they're all over the place so there's not much point. Nobody comes around with a tea trolley anymore - you won't even get a biscuit if you're an official visitor. If anyone goes to the pub at lunchtime they keep it to themselves. Last week I went out to the post office and picked up some shopping during work time. I didn't have to ask because no one would have known. Even if they did, I'm not sure they would have cared.
Any other streams of consciousness reminiscing from other lifers?