I'm a bit sad and nostalgic because my job share partner of the last 12 years has decided to retire in two months time. Recently I've been thinking quite a bit about the fact that it's been THIRTY YEARS since I moved out of my old family home and started my first library job, in a library in a school in South Yarra. I was 21 in 1984 and it really was a different world.
I earned the grand sum of $215 every week and paid $60 rent for my little one bedroom flat in Domain Road. I walked to work every morning, rain hail or shine (10 minutes away), and wore a skirt every day. I never wore jeans to work in that job: contrast that with this past winter where I've worn two pairs of black jeans on rotation with only skirts occasionally because it's been so cold. I ate out a lot, went food shopping only every couple of weeks. I had a lot of fun:went to the movies constantly - look up the list of popular movies from that year: I saw nearly every one of them. I went to nightclubs in King Street before it became violent and terrible and took public transport and taxis everywhere because I didn't learn to drive until I was 24.
In those days I hardly visited an op-shop ( unlike during my student years) because I worked full-time and never had a chance. I read much less, and hardly watched TV because I either worked or was out. Again, look up popular tv from that year: I didn't watch any of those shows.
At work I was an "Assistant Librarian": didn't go to library school until the following year when I started post-grad study part-time. I typed ( on a typewriter) index cards for the wooden card files and covered the books and stuck all the labels and stamps on them. No computers in libraries I worked at until about 1988. A couple of years later when the Senior Librarian retired very suddenly due to ill-health I was promoted and at 23 was the Acting Senior Librarian, in charge of the budget and buying all the books! At the end of that year I graduated in Librarianship and trundled off to work in public libraries where I've pretty much spent my working life ( three different local government areas), 27 years! with some years off to have babies and do the garden and read all the time ( not joking, in my old diaries I see I read over 100 books every year).
Anyway, that was me 30 years ago. I'm aiming to stay here for another 5 years and then stopping to get stuck into major gardening again, maybe in a new garden somewhere...... and read another 100 books per year. I've no intention of working until I'm 70, despite the government's plans for us all.
Where were you in 1984? Were you even BORN? (Zara, I'm looking at you!)