Reminiscing on RPG and Early Days in the Computer Industry
I must be getting old as I am developing a bad case of the reminiscences! I was thinking about this week's blog entry and wondering if there was any more RPG history (see previous entries here, here and here) I could write about. But all I could think about was the work-related events that surrounded that period of my life.
For instance, my first experience with IBM systems was as an operator on a 360/400 system. When I first started, I was shown the various card-handling equipment (e.g., sorters, collators, etc.) that as the junior I would be responsible for operating. I remember being impressed by the sleek modern styling of the equipment, which was all color coordinated with the 360 itself. The ICT equipment I had been using previously had been very old-fashioned with dull olive grey covers--not the sleek blue panels of these babies! Imagine then how much I laughed the first time the engineers came to service the collator and I discovered that under the smart new covers lay not only the identical model to the ICT one I had been using, but also an even older version complete with Queen Anne cast-iron legs! Good old IBM had welded cover-mounting brackets onto the legs of an old Hollerith-designed machine and "modernized" it to fit in with the spanking new mainframe! I'm sure some of you who read this will have similar stories.
While thinking about this, it came to me how much more serious the computer business seems to be these days than it was then. For example, when we were on the night shift, it was common to answer the phone in the computer room in a--shall we say--less than serious manner. After all, only one other department ever called us at night, and that was the Work In Progress group, which monitored factory production schedules. So when the phone rang one night I picked it up and answered "Battersea Maternity Hospital - Can I help you?" The voice on the other end simply said "Oh, sorry I must have dialed the wrong number." When the caller didn't call back we speculated on who it might have been that had called. As it turned out, nobody guessed correctly. We discovered the next day that it was the company's CEO! Once he realized that he couldn't have reached the maternity hospital on an internal phone system he wasn't a happy camper and wanted to know who had been pulling his leg. Luckily he never found out!
On the same shift we had one operator named Barry who was always falling asleep on the job. He was supposed to be in charge of watching the console, but during long-running jobs would put his feet up on the desk and go to sleep. We tried everything to keep him awake--from knocking his feet off the desk, to setting off a fire extinguisher up his trouser leg (those of you interested in such trivia may note that ice forms all over the hairs when you do this). All of these tactics had a temporary effect but nothing worked long term. One night, we found him so deeply asleep that none of the normal tactics would work. We wheeled him across the room and it was only as we were pushing him out onto the fire escape that he finally awoke. We never had problems with him sleeping on the job again after that.
Before I close, I omitted to mention in my blog on punch cards that they were also put to other uses. In the blog comments I mentioned using them for taking notes, but the more artistic among us also used them for table decorations (think paper doilies and then think how careful positioning of punch card holes could achieve similar patterns) and in similar vein, Christmas decorations. Of course it would be remiss of me to omit one of the primary uses for the cards, or to be more precise the holes ("chads" of the non-hanging kind for those of you who prefer the technical term!). Confetti! Yes, long before the theoretical threat of exploding pigeons caused the throwing of rice at weddings to be abandoned we ecologically minded computer types were recycling the holes as confetti. I recall a friend telling me once that he was still shaking the stuff out of his wedding suit four years later. Probably a good idea that we don't use them for that purpose any more though--it would be sad if the confetti outlasted the marriage!





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