A production controllers life has changed in many ways. That’s me by the way. By day, Monday to Friday, I am a production controller. By night, Monday to Sunday, I’m erm, I’m not quite sure what I am? I’m just me I suppose.
I enjoyed a one week break when I left school at the youthful age of 16. This break consisted of sitting at the park with a friend and watching videos with a friend. Looking back, I wish I had spent this week wisely and done something adventurous and memorable, but I’m afraid to say I didn’t. Oh well.
I remember my first day in the working world. How grown-up I thought I was, despite the fact my mother drove me to my new office in her car, presented me with a packed lunch, and collected me after work. Not quite the independent grown-up I would have liked to have been, but the new office was only a ten minute drive by car. If I had used public transport, the walk to the train station would have been twenty minutes, the train journey a further fifteen minutes and the bus journey approximately twenty five minutes, traffic permitting. It was an awkward place to get to without the aid of a car. Lucky for me I had parents who drove and didn’t mind me using them as a taxi service. Incidentally, my mothers key ring says ‘taxi service.’ What a great sense of humour she has!
Anyway, my first job in production meant I was introduced to such magazines as Sea Fishing, Coin Monthly, Rally Sport and Treasure Hunting. I thought I was so important as I stamped pages with my stamper and logged them into my folder. And I even used a computer, to produce a print order for each magazine. This was the only reason I was allowed anywhere near a computer, it was a ten minute process which resulted in an order for the printing company, each time a magazine was sent to press.
Now days it would be impossible for me to complete my job without my Apple Mac. My Apple Mac with the built in Microsoft Entourage for my emails, Acrobat Distiller to check and create advertisements, Adobe InDesign, Adobe Photoshop and Adobe Illustrator to produce advertorials and flat plans. Not forgetting the Microsoft Word and Microsoft Excel for various print orders, mailing orders, schedules and documents. How technology and the world of production has progressed.
Moving back to my first job, unfortunately this resulted in my first redundancy (it happened a further three times much to my shock / horror / bad luck). I realised all was not well before the first redundancy, when our pay cheque turned into four separate pay cheques, and we were requested to pay one cheque per week into our bank account. I don’t think anyone actually carried this request out, we needed the full amount there and then! The doors in the office were then fitted with locks and codes and we were asked not to open the doors to any strangers, as these strangers could be bailiffs. Hmmm.
So, I guess it wasn't a real surprise that my last day at my first job ended in redundancy. A meeting was called and we all made our way to a local function hall where tea and biscuits were served. “This is nice,” we all thought, until the announcement came that the company had gone into liquidation and our final pay cheque would be in the post. Farewell first job!
Thankfully, at the time I didn’t have a store card or a credit card or a loan, or any kind of debt (the good old days!), so I wasn’t too stressed. Although it would have been better to have left of my own accord.
Other jobs and magazines came and went - travel guides, computer magazines, science journals, medical publications, top shelf magazines (I despised the top shelf job and after the first week I called the recruitment agency and commanded “Get me out of here!”). You name a magazine, and I’ve worked on it.
Which brings me to my present employment. Nine years I’ve been here, and I have frequently felt part of the furniture. Which is why it’s been nice to learn a new skill. Recently I have been trained in InDesign and as a result of this I am ‘designing’ pages for the magazines.
I think it would be fair to say I've come a fairly long way since my first job, and I was thinking about this journey this morning, when my password failed to let me into my computer. I actually couldn’t do any work until IT fixed the problem, therefore I had to stare out of the window for goodness knows how long, wondering what the heck I could do without a password and computer that worked. Make a cup of coffee? Then make another cup of coffee? If only my job revolved around a stamper! If only life were that simple?! Then I could merrily stamp the pages without relying on all this technology. But those stamping days are long gone.
Life sure has changed in production.
Picture of the day.
My big calculator.