Lisa has set us up with the theme ‘First Jobs’ for this week’s bite size memoir. I’m looking forward to reading everybody’s experiences, should be very interesting.
Here’s mine, in 150 words (no more, no less!):
Fresh out of school in the summer of 1976, I started my first job at Eastern Electricity in Ipswich.
Along with five other girls, I sat at a large desk, watched over by a supervisor. We had to ask permission to go to the loo. It was worse than school.
When ordered down to the computer room, I escaped, briefly, from the tedium. I loved staring at the huge, robot-like machines with the whirring mad-eye spools.
Returning with heavy wads of green computer paper, I spent hours reading every line for numbered codes while Nurse Ratched watched my every move.
I vowed to get out and ‘better’ myself; college course and four years later I was working as a trainee paralegal for a law firm in Los Angeles.
Still, there was one good thing I remember: The office overlooked Ipswich football ground and at lunchtime, we watched the players practising.