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Post by BABS on Jan 9, 2007 15:49:31 GMT -1
HI LIN,
I AM NOT TO BAD, I WILL GET THERE IN THE END.
HAS LISA TOLD YOU SHE HAS A LIKING FOR MEN IN UNIFORM,
AND I SUSPECT SHE LIKES A MAN IN A KILT AS WELL,IF THAT RINGS A BELL LISA,HE PLAYED THE DRUM AS WELL AS THE BAGPIPES.
BABSX
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Post by Lisa on Jan 9, 2007 15:50:08 GMT -1
Hi Babs, It must've been difficult returning to the hospital. Well done to you for doing it and getting through it. I think I'll have to call your mom the RUBBER BALL because she keeps bouncing back. She's certainly made of tough stuff isnt she? Clayton-reared as they say. They made them tough in Clayton........e-mail me later. By the way, have you eaten today? I bet you havent.
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Post by lin on Jan 9, 2007 15:51:25 GMT -1
Hey Lisa...I was very reserved but then I grew up and realised I'd been missing something...  ...lol! Lin |
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Post by Lisa on Jan 9, 2007 15:52:11 GMT -1
.......and he wore a red hat?  Am I correct? Its a pity I havent saved that joke with photos as I could have sent them to Lin and Viv. That would have made them smile....... HI LIN, I AM NOT TO BAD, I WILL GET THERE IN THE END. HAS LISA TOLD YOU SHE HAS A LIKING FOR MEN IN UNIFORM, AND I SUSPECT SHE LIKES A MAN IN A KILT AS WELL,IF THAT RINGS A BELL LISA,HE PLAYED THE DRUM AS WELL AS THE BAGPIPES. BABSX |
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Post by Lisa on Jan 9, 2007 15:53:37 GMT -1
Hi Lin, It sounds like you are still making up for it, a bit like Babs...... Hey Lisa...I was very reserved but then I grw up and realised I'd been missing something... ...lol! Lin |
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Post by lin on Jan 9, 2007 15:53:44 GMT -1
Hiya Babs...You'll get there slowly...chin up. No Lisa has not told us about her like for men in uniform, and she certainly hasn't told us about men in kilts....come on Lisa spill the beans Lin |
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Post by BABS on Jan 9, 2007 15:54:59 GMT -1
HI MAM(LISA) JUST THIS MOMENT ATE A PIECE OF TOAST, DO YOU KNOW I ATE 4 BOXES OF THORNTONS AND OTHER CHOCS OVER XMAS  AND THEY MUST HAVE WEIGHED ABOUT 7 POUNDS IN WEIGHT,BUT ONLY PUT 3 POUNDS ON ,GOOD THAT WASNT IT  BABSX |
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Post by Lisa on Jan 9, 2007 15:57:48 GMT -1
Hi Babs, Can't believe you ate 7 lbs of choclate and didnt even save me one......I only have to look at one and my waistband expands...... |
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Post by vivien on Jan 9, 2007 16:00:22 GMT -1
Hi Lisa
Am confused I take it PM is a private message ? And what is all this hapopening in the boxes ?
Viv
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Post by Lisa on Jan 9, 2007 16:03:13 GMT -1
Hi Viv, Yes, pm is a private message and everyone has a pm box which is different to e-mails. pm's are more private if you dont want to publish anything on the chatline. You can also access a members personal e-mail address, if they've given it, by clicking on the persons name on the posting which will give you their details.
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Post by Lisa on Jan 9, 2007 16:07:17 GMT -1
Hi Viv, I think there's a gremlin in the works...... Hi Lisa Am confused I take it PM is a private message ? And what is all this hapopening in the boxes ? Viv |
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Post by lin on Jan 9, 2007 16:16:51 GMT -1
Hi Lin, It sounds like you are still making up for it, a bit like Babs...... Hey Lisa...I was very reserved but then I grw up and realised I'd been missing something... ...lol! Lin AFRAID NOT LISA, I'M ON A SLIPPERY SLOPE NOW  LIN |
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Post by fluffymoat4 on Jan 11, 2007 19:57:50 GMT -1
I left school at the age of 15 and my first job was at the John Myers Catalogue Company in Patricroft, Eccles. I lived in Stretford at the time and, because I got fed up of trying to time the buses to coincide with my start and finish times, I got a bike. Each day I would cycle the one hour round trip in all weathers. John Myers was housed in a huge old mill that had been converted into office spaces. Most of the office space was open-plan but Managers had their own partitioned offices. The open office space was broken up into smaller work areas with hundreds (probably thousands actually) of filing cabinets. The filing cabinets held thousands (probably millions really) of catalogue Agents accounts details. My first job title was “Filing Clerk”. There were a few of us in each section and we reported each morning, after clocking in, to our “Head of Filing”. She would allocate a bundle of filing to each of us clerks and we’d sit on a small stool and file all the various documents into the various agents’ files. It didn’t take many weeks for me to realise that the job wasn’t as glamorous as it had first sounded! At the front of each section of filing cabinets there was a Supervisor sat at a desk. The lady Supervisor we had (her name escapes me) looked a lot like Elsie Tanner and she was a lovely person. Some Supervisors yelled and shouted at their staff members but she never did, if something was wrong with your work or your timekeeping, she would have a “quiet word” with you.
If we had a piece of filing that we couldn’t find a file for we would have to check with either the Accounts Clerks or the Commission Clerks to see if they had the file on their desk. I soon decided that their jobs looked more glamorous than mine and I was determined that one-day I would be sitting in their seats. (Note: Commission was paid to Agents in one of two ways, either 10% cash or 12½% in goods).
Everyone took a tea break during the morning and another in the afternoon. As we all trooped into the canteen we were met by the lovely aroma of coffee and hot buttered toast. I usually sat with the group of girls I worked with and every one of them smoked except me. One day when someone offered me a cigarette I just took it and smoked it to see what all the fuss was about and that was that - I took to smoking like a duck to water and over the next few years I worked my way up from five a day to forty a day!
One Saturday I was walking through Stretford Precinct and saw an advert in the Co-op’s shop window advertising staff vacancies. To this day I don’t know what made me go inside and ask for an application form but I did and the following week I was handing my notice in at John Myers and getting ready for my training, in Stockport, to become a Co-operative Shop Assistant. More of that tale soon…
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Post by lin on Jan 13, 2007 16:16:21 GMT -1
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Post by tony38337 on Jan 14, 2007 3:58:56 GMT -1
Hi All,
My first job was with Walkdens Cans, just off Moston Lane £3.2s.6d. I lasted all of two weeks and boredom took its toll, I then went to work at Donegars right near Strangeways front door. Donegars used to make hats and caps, they were probably the last proper felt hat manufacturer in Manchester, from there I went to End & Williams on Shude Hill, right opposite the Daily Mirror as it was then, thats where I had the accident thats responsible for all my knee problems now. Those three jobs were all in my first year of work and all gave a rise the latter being £5.0.0. p.w. not too bad for a 15 year old in 1960.
Tony T.
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Post by lin on Jan 14, 2007 7:05:23 GMT -1
HI TONY T,
THAT WAS A GOOD WAGE FOR BACK THEN, BUT HOW THINGS HAVE CHANGED, PEOPLE GET A LOT MORE AN HOUR NOW DON'T THEY?, OF COURSE I GUESS THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO DON'T GET THAT AN HOUR...IN YEARS TO COME PEOPLE WILL LOOK AT THAT THE SAME AS WE ARE LOOKING BACK AT THINGS NOW.
LIN
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Post by fluffymoat4 on Jan 15, 2007 23:14:00 GMT -1
Before becoming an employee of the Co-op in Stretford Precinct I had to spend a week at their Headquarters in Stockport being taught everything from using a till to the rules of Health & Safety. I was a shy little thing back then and I despaired of ever mastering the art of “serving” customers without blushing the whole time. I passed the course in any event and was told to report for duty at the Co-op store in Stretford precinct. I can honestly say I think the job advertisement should have stated “General Dogsbody” for that’s what I became. I was pushed from department to department like a bad smell that no one wanted around. One day I’d be stacking shelves and another I’d be serving ice cream cones to screaming little kids. I met my very first boyfriend during my time at the Co-op. He worked in a butchers shop opposite and we used to shyly wave to each other each day. Our first and only date didn’t go well though and so I feel a bit of a fraud for calling him my first boyfriend! (I can’t even remember his name). It was just one of the many reasons I decided to find new employment. So there I was, five months later, making enquiries to John Myers as to what job vacancies they had available. It seemed fate when I was told they had a vacancy for a “Commissions” Clerk. I spent the next few weeks being trained by another Commissions Clerk and then I was doing the job by myself. I quite enjoyed the position and it did have a certain variety about it. Soon though my eldest sister had some news that was to change my life yet again. She had spent a few years as the office clerk for a Plastics company in Salford (Polypenco) and she’d been offered a promotion within the company. Her job as office clerk was being offered to me if I wanted it. The job was just the sort I’d always hankered after. It would involve typing, switchboard operating, filing, photocopying, telex sending and stock control record keeping. The pay was far more than I was earning at John Myers too so there really wasn’t anything to think about. A few weeks later I was sat behind my sister’s old desk learning “the ropes”. I can honestly say that I thoroughly enjoyed the two years I spent working there. I also met and fell in love with a young man who worked with my Dad, for a Shop fitting company, on the same trading estate as Polypenco. Want to know why I left and what became of my first love? Watch this space…
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Post by lin on Jan 16, 2007 8:07:13 GMT -1
OH LITTLE MO YOU ARE A TEASE MAKING US ALL WAIT FOR THE NEXT EPISODE, THIS HAS BECOME BETTER THAN ANY SOAPS..  LIN |
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Post by tony38337 on Jan 18, 2007 6:50:49 GMT -1
Mo? Wer'e still waiting!
Tony T
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Post by lin on Jan 18, 2007 8:35:26 GMT -1
COME ON MO WHERE ARE YOU? IT MUST BE AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY BY NOW...  LIN |
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Post by fluffymoat4 on Jan 18, 2007 22:53:55 GMT -1
Whilst working at Polypenco I was introduced to a young man who worked with my dad nearby. He and I had been “courting” for almost a year when his parents felt we were getting too serious too young and suggested we split up! To say I was heartbroken when we parted is a vast understatement. How I continued working across from where he worked for the next few months is beyond my comprehension now but I did survive. A few months later the ex-boyfriend changed his (own) mind and gave my dad the message I had longed to hear… He wanted to begin dating me again! Our relationship became even more intense than before and I felt sure we were heading for the altar. He attended an Old School reunion one night and a few weeks later began behaving oddly. It turned out that he had “reunited” with a female ex-classmate in more ways than one and that she might be pregnant. We talked long into the night but it all came round to the same thing - he would be “sticking by her” and not me. Time to face facts – he might have been MY first love but I certainly wasn’t his! I couldn’t bear working in the same area as him anymore – my heart just couldn’t bear the pain. A friend and myself decided to seek work at a Pontins Holiday complex in nearby Southport. We completed the necessary applications and attended our interviews. The date we would begin training would be in May 1976. I attended a family party a couple of months before our start date and it was there that I met the second love of my life!!! I explained that I was about to go “working away” and he decided he would visit me at the holiday camp each weekend. I was away from home for THREE days!! I got homesick that quickly (and lovesick of course). Guess where I ended up working again? John Myers, the catalogue company, were advertising for Accounts Clerks. This was the other job besides Commissions Clerk that I had always hankered after. I began training the following week. To say the job was boring is an understatement but I didn’t know what else to do. I then took a day off work to attend a job centre in Stretford and I explained to a member of staff how I felt and what sort of job I wanted (something with variety) and she put me in touch with the Temporary Jobs section. This was more like me – a different job either every week or every month – I thrived on the fact that I didn’t know from one day to the next where I would be working. I met some fascinating people along the way and did some really odd jobs. One day though I got assigned to Customs and Excise in Old Trafford in the V.A.T. Section as an Office Clerk covering typing, telephone and filing. I absolutely loved it and after a year of “temping” there I was offered the position permanently. I was there for THREE years. Whilst working there I split up with the 2nd love of my life, had several other boyfriends and then met my now husband. So here I was settled down and married with a job I absolutely adored and yet I handed in my notice in 1980 at Customs and Excise to begin a new life doing something else. Want to know what and why? Then watch this space…
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Post by tony38337 on Jan 19, 2007 7:12:57 GMT -1
Yeah go on Tom you tell 'er, I'll back yer.
Tony T.
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Post by lin on Jan 19, 2007 7:31:04 GMT -1
LITTLE MO...WHAT ARE YOU LIKE, I DREAD TO THINK WHAT WE'RE GOING TO DO WHEN THIS SERIAL IS OVER... LIN |
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Post by christine on Jan 19, 2007 11:26:37 GMT -1
maybe write a book xchris
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Post by lin on Jan 19, 2007 14:30:50 GMT -1
Hi Chris..I think Mo could write a book, she could write for England..but what good reading, she's also the biggest tease in the universe Lin |
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Post by fluffymoat4 on Jan 19, 2007 23:15:01 GMT -1
During our early married life my husband and I struggled to pay the mortgage and other bills. Eventually I took an extra part-time job as a barmaid in a local pub and my husband joined the Territorial Army. At last we were making ends meet! As time went on my husband would sometimes be called upon to assist me behind the bar on weekday evenings and we made a good team. We were then asked to take over the running of the pub for a whole weekend, closely followed by a whole week. It carried on this way until the landlord and his wife decided to move to another pub in another county. We suddenly realised that we’d like to run a pub of our own. We were interviewed by the brewery and then offered a six-week training course in pub management (in Yorkshire where we live now!). A new life beckoned! My only regret was saying goodbye to my work colleagues at Customs and Excise. We lived out of a suitcase for the next 12 months. We would usually take over the running of a public house for a fortnight while the usual landlord and landlady went on holiday and we would then spend up to a week at our own home in Old Trafford, Manchester. Our dog (a Manchester Terrier named Sherry) would spend time in kennels that became as familiar to her as our own house was. She wasn’t kept in kennel conditions for long. The family took to her and she was taken into their home as a “temporary family pet” (rather like a foster family). My husband had to do so many weekends and weeks training with the Territorial Army during a year and so sometimes I got to stay home with my family for long lengths of time. We were living a good life and earning very good money but we wanted stability and, after a year on the road, we made the mistake of “demanding” a pub of our own. The brewery called our bluff when we threatened to leave unless we got a permanent placement. So there we were, just after Christmas 1981 and both jobless!! It didn’t last long though – the company our Brother-in-Law worked for took on my husband as a HGV driver and I took on the role of Child Minder for my eldest sister. At the time she had two boys, one of school age and one a few months old. I was smitten when I met her youngest and while I was feeling broody, she was chomping at the bit to get back to her career. The arrangement worked well and I adored being a type of surrogate mum so what could go wrong with THIS arrangement… ?
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Post by lin on Jan 20, 2007 7:48:37 GMT -1
HI LITTLE MO, I HAVE TO AGREE WITH TOMMY, WE'RE FIXATED TO THIS AT THE MOMENT SO IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANOTHER AFTER THIS THEN I THINK YOU BETTER MAKE SOMETHING UP TO KEEP US ALL VIEWING ;D ;D
LIN
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Post by christine on Jan 20, 2007 13:14:45 GMT -1
hi babs, hope your feeling ok. going to margate in a bit to see my son, he his moving bk to m/c in 2 weeks lucky him a email you sunday take care chris xxxxxxx
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Post by christine on Jan 20, 2007 13:15:57 GMT -1
HI LISA ,NOT HEARD OFF YOU FOR A WHILE BEEN GETTING YOUR JOKES THERE BRILL XXXCHRIS
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Post by tony38337 on Jan 21, 2007 8:31:11 GMT -1
This is better than any of the soaps.
Tony T
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...lol!
AND THEY MUST HAVE WEIGHED ABOUT 7 POUNDS IN WEIGHT,BUT ONLY PUT 3 POUNDS ON ,GOOD THAT WASNT IT 
