I learned how to multiply with it by adding zeros. crank, crank.
Yeah, typing was a bitch, trof, especially if you needed copies. I remember all of that.
Worked in customer service at a local bank & every morning we had to file the checks, which were waiting for us stacked on top of the file cabinets. Seemed like there were tons of them. And there was a microfiche machine that someone had to run all the checks that had cleared through.
Eventually I was promoted to supervisor of the check printing department - yep, we made the metal plates with people's names and then printed up the checks right there in the lobby while people waited. One time Annabelle got her fall caught in the rollers and man, it was a big fucking mess, but couldn't help laughing. And believe it or not, in between check runs, we'd go in this little closet and take a few hits off a joint. What on earth was I thinking???? Luckily, never got caught. Well, that's what they get for making me supervisor.
Um, those were the days all right! LOL