Usually when someone writes of a “first time” the subject is sex. But I’m not going that route. My first time will be the first day of work, at an actual job. Not my first job, but an actual, fill-out-forms-for-taxes type job.
The first day of work was my eighteenth birthday. High school graduation over, lovely summer of travel to my father’s birthplace — actually where I live now, Wyoming. I had taken the Civil Service exam in school, scored highly on it, so was offered a job at the Cold Regions Research Engineering Laboratory (USACRREL) in New Hampshire. I was a shy, naive girl, but so very excited to start my new job. My intent was to earn enough money to enable me to attend a secretarial college.
I remember how intimidated I was upon meeting my co-workers, aka bosses. Two middle aged men whose favorite activity, it seemed, was to see just how red my face could get before the day’s end. What would now probably be called sexual harassment was possibly their intent? The only detail I’ll give is the singing of their apparent favorite song, “She has freckles on her butt…..she is nice”. Go ahead laugh. Everyone thought it was a great joke because I was a redhead and wore no makeup at the time and did have freckles.
I did my job well and earned the promotion of working downstairs in the Photographic Interpretation Research Department (PIRD). Of course learning the government way of doing everything was much different than the classes I had taken on filing, bookkeeping, etc, but I was a fast learner.
I was glad to be out of the first small office atmosphere and moved into a larger area where I was the only secretary to a few scientists. They were all men and polite and fun to work for. My shorthand skills were utilized constantly. The first time I took dictation from the head of the department I was a nervous wreck. I learned new words such as photogrammetric; try writing that in fast shorthand when you’ve never heard it before!
I loved all of these guys. They were respectful and helpful. I also loved the job and of course, met my husband, so the secretarial college plans disappeared.
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Is there an actual song about these freckles then ? Admit it you have missed my sarcasm π
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Yes you can find it on youtube
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What’s it called ?
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OMG that made me laugh so much, I’ve never heard anything like that before. I bet you were mortified when they sang that to you. Sexual harassment indeed π³
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I was, again and again.π‘
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Gee I guess we know what sort of blogs you read from the opening line!
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Hello, other country heard from
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You heard from a whole country?
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Just your small corner of the world
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No one puts baby in the corner.
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.?.
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OMG <— and I don't use that term often, don't you know that line?
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Yes, I do know it, I just don’t get it.π
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What’s not to understand, you started this conversations about corners I just carried it on and told you that you don’t put baby in the corner.
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You lost me
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That’s because you put me in the corner.
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Smoking again?π
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Well I have to do something while I sit alone in the corner you put me in.
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Good evening
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but it’s morning tea time
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Almost six pm here.
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With the time difference, suppose you could go back and erase Saturday for me?
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No I am ahead of you, I can offering you our Monday evening and Tuesday morning but you are the ones in the past therefore you must have the time machine to go back in time.
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You know what they say about the eye of the beholder….π€
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Na in this country it’s
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That’s a riot!
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He has a way with words does our Adam!
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About that song … Having never heard it before, I just had to listen. It seems to be something of a double entendre? Where it’s sung “She’s got freckles on her … but it’s nice”? My name is James. I used to get “James, James, hold the ladder steady”. … sigh! Never-mind, Cheers Jamie
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Interesting …both my Mother and my sister used Pitman’s shorthand writing. I tried to learn but was a dullard. Cheers Jamie.
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Feeling better I see…….hmmmππ
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I never looked, but my husband also sang this song, years later, thinking he was funny.
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Interesting story, but tell me do you really have freckles on your butt? and how did they know if you did π³ I’m back πππ€£πππ
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You know what the term assume stands for, only in this case it was all them.π‘
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ππ€£π
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I meant them, no I got it, no worries : )
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