I never wanted to be a secretary, but due to reasons beyond my control, I needed training fast to slide back into the workforce. My plan had been to attend college after my youngest child entered school and my husband finished his education, but that didn't happen until much later in life. So I went to business school instead. Business school allowed me to hone my typing and shorthand skills learned in high school. In my shorthand class, I was top in the class for speed.
I didn't care and vowed never to use it.
Not for the betterment of mankind.
Not for revenge on my worst enemies.
While going to the business school and several years after, I sewed nearly all of my clothing, due to economic reasons. My shorthand teacher, a tall, beautiful and stylish woman, asked if I would be interested in sewing her clothing. She said she would pay well. She gave me all the reasons why.
I declined the offer, but wondered…
Should I have gone to sewing school instead?
And Is there such a thing?
My second job after graduating was as a secretary for 11 years in a school office. I was told that one of the reasons I had been hired was because I had the newest training for the WordPerfect software, plus computer training. Remember WordPerfect? Anyone? Knock knock? (It’s still a thing, but was overshadowed by Microsoft Word’s success.) The lead admin had been a teacher of mine(in high school) and liked me. That of course always helps with employment.
We had one computer in a corner of the office that the other secretary accessed at least once a day. I don’t remember even touching it the first year. I did gaze at it longingly. On small tables beside our desks sat electric typewriters that I did have to touch. Ugh.
I disliked being a secretary, but (as we all do at jobs) learned useful skills and received more blessings than I can tell you.
Both of my first admins were awesome. They are my fondest memories of great bosses and school administrators. They were balanced men. Hardworking. Didn’t hide from confrontational parents. Always backed the staff, when possible. They help the students to the depths of the earth and back, but allowed no disrespect or guff.
This is funny. Later down the line, I was asked, “You know shorthand don’t you?” I presented my blank face and then spat vehemently, "No!”