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writes: On my first job, many years ago when i was 17 i worked in an office. Part of the duties were to learn the switchboard. A huge horrible thing with pull cords (sorry, it shows my age!, bloody ancient!), and it was a nightmare to learn. The numbers dropped down etc and the thing would ring constantly! It was a large crisp factory office. One day, after i had mastered it i was left on my own! Oh god, what a nightmare! Someone rang in to speak to a bloke on the shop floor, so therefore i had to put a call out on the tannoy for him to go to the nearest telephone. But in my fluster i said, 'Could Mr ? please go to the nearest telephone box'!! Shortly after this a little old man appeared at the door and asked where the nearest telephone box was! Was it up or down the street? I could hear them laughing from the factory floor back at reception. Oh god, my face was bright red for days and this little old bloke never did get his call! Ah those were the days, age of innocence!.take carexx Reply to this Article
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reader, pyan  +, writes (9 March 2008):
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very good will use that one
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reader, anonymous, writes (8 March 2008): HUNNY U N ME WERE SEPERATED AT BIRTH!!!!!There can be no mistaking it we are most def as mad as a march hares (PLUS THE SPELLIN) and twins with our humour so if we got together oh my! wot a bloody laugh we would have we wouldnt need a drink to be on the floor another oscar for warterloo xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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reader, anonymous, writes (8 March 2008): This is verified as being by the original poster of the questionAh Phil I can remember a similar situation when i started work and some lads in the factory watched us girls go all the way up the stairs to the offices, we knew what was going on and to be honest loved every teasing minute!!! I wore the minis, kinky boots etc.
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reader, anonymous, writes (8 March 2008): Nice one Sandra!
This is totally unrelated, but was the first thing that came into my head. When I left school I went to work in a large engineering factory. The telephonists and secretaries had to come through our department to get to the other parts of the factory. We lads 'Araldited' a half-crown to the floor. This was the mid 1960's when tights had just been invented and mini skirts and kinky boots were all the latest fashion.
Happy days.
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