Prezanon, That was the era right before computers, when women were *discouraged* from learning to type lest all women become secretaries…..
Oh, yeah. remember those days. Young women (and good for them!!) take the open career highway for granted but it wasn’t always that way. I didn’t care about the typing. For some reason, I was hell bent on busting into that world and didn’t care how I did it.
I remember once how offhandedly a senior executive asked me to get him a cup of coffee once for a meeting. I remember getting it but my face (and ears) were burning and I was so upset I was hoping I didn’t spill it on him.
The street names in Queens are confusing. You can have 135th St., place and ave all in proximity to each other.
I’ve said this before: when I was going to college, I belonged to a fraternity that 1/2 consisted of guys from Brooklyn, and 1/2 from Queens. At that time (35 years ago) there was a subtle but real distinction, even though we all had similiar backgrounds. The guys from Queens were more laid-back.
I once was taken on a little tour of Woodside by an old boyfriend who grew up there. He was Irish American and it seems that was a little enclave of your basic Catholic parish defining the neighborhood. He grew up in a big brick apartment building, which he pointed out to me. We walked all around, it was really unexciting, but comfortable somehow. I remember he lived near St. Bliss Street, which seemed like the coolest name for a street.
I wonder if anyone here seen the vintage 1970’s poster of Golda Meir. Under her portrait are the words, “But can she type?”
That was the era right before computers, when women were *discouraged* from learning to type lest all women become secretaries (which at the time the burgeoning woman’s movement was discouraging). Then of course, came the computer with men and everyone learning to type.
bfar, that’s what got me assigned the task. I said I preferred my Aeron chair and didn’t want a new one, we already had the best.
Prezanon, That was the era right before computers, when women were *discouraged* from learning to type lest all women become secretaries…..
Oh, yeah. remember those days. Young women (and good for them!!) take the open career highway for granted but it wasn’t always that way. I didn’t care about the typing. For some reason, I was hell bent on busting into that world and didn’t care how I did it.
I remember once how offhandedly a senior executive asked me to get him a cup of coffee once for a meeting. I remember getting it but my face (and ears) were burning and I was so upset I was hoping I didn’t spill it on him.
Also, the two bars at the W Hotel on Lex are pretty good.
Latest news from the Bronx Zoo:
Apparently there is a missing PeaHen up there somewhere.
The street names in Queens are confusing. You can have 135th St., place and ave all in proximity to each other.
I’ve said this before: when I was going to college, I belonged to a fraternity that 1/2 consisted of guys from Brooklyn, and 1/2 from Queens. At that time (35 years ago) there was a subtle but real distinction, even though we all had similiar backgrounds. The guys from Queens were more laid-back.
*has* seen, I meant to write.
I once was taken on a little tour of Woodside by an old boyfriend who grew up there. He was Irish American and it seems that was a little enclave of your basic Catholic parish defining the neighborhood. He grew up in a big brick apartment building, which he pointed out to me. We walked all around, it was really unexciting, but comfortable somehow. I remember he lived near St. Bliss Street, which seemed like the coolest name for a street.
lechacal,
At the Waldorf,
isn’t there a bar there called Peacock Alley or something?
Going back up ^^^ to the typing topic:
I wonder if anyone here seen the vintage 1970’s poster of Golda Meir. Under her portrait are the words, “But can she type?”
That was the era right before computers, when women were *discouraged* from learning to type lest all women become secretaries (which at the time the burgeoning woman’s movement was discouraging). Then of course, came the computer with men and everyone learning to type.