When I was 19 years old, I got a job as a telephone operator. They still had switchboards in those days..not as old fashioned as these, but we still punched in the cords to connect. I’m such a ‘shortie’ that no matter how high I reached or how hard I strained I just couldn’t plug into the top row. I’d have to nudge the girl next to me and plead with her to connect for me before the supervisor noticed.
I was amused when I read these telephone ‘rules’ in a local museum today. I think of my short time as an operator as the ‘good ol’ days…but at least I’m not THAT old.
