Boss’s hugs uncomfortable
ALL this talk of sexual predators and sexual harassment – especially with what’s happening in Hollywood – brings back memories for me.
My first job at the age of 16 (circa 1962), as a junior secretary for a publicity agent in the UK, was fraught with concerns.
The boss would give us girls a pay rise of five shillings per quarter – instead of a pound per year – just so that he could give us an overly-affectionate bear hug four times instead of once.
Oh, how we girls dreaded going into his office to say “Thank you for the pay rise, sir”.
This certainly wouldn’t be tolerated today. A little later, I worked for an engineering company and my office was on the shop floor.
As a result, I had to see all the girlie nude calendars on the wall every time I walked through.
One positive thing I remember was that the minute I walked on to the shop floor – usually to take their orders for a bacon and egg butty for morning tea – not one man used any swear words. How times have changed. JEAN HARNEY Highbury