> -----Original Message-----
> From: Alan B. Pearce [SMTP:A.B.Pearce@RL.AC.UK]
> Sent: Friday, February 15, 2002 10:02 AM
> To:   PICLIST@MITVMA.MIT.EDU
> Subject:      OT]:Apprentice training, was     Re: [Bitscope
>
> I started my apprenticeship working under a guy whose father ran a
> building
> company. This was in the immediate post war period. The standard thing
> they
> did was send the new apprentice down to the local hardware shop for a
> bastard file. Apprentice would arrive to find an extremely pretty and
> comely
> lady behind counter, who knew exactly what this mumbling and speechless
> lad
> had been sent for, but feigned total innocence of the product, and sent
> him
> back with any file but what had been requested by the boss. Result was a
> day
> spent trotting back and forth, getting an earful from the boss, but being
> too sensitive to say "that" word to an apparently innocent lady behind the
> counter.
>
> And then of course there was being sent to the store for a long wait :)
>
The list is almost endless:
A box of sparks for the grinder, a glass hammer, tartan paint, left handed
screwdriver etc...etc...

All should be familliar to anyone who served an apprenticeship :o)

Mike

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