Oh wow, I remember when I got that pink phone I thought it was hot stuff. And see that little white one, my friend and I both got one of them at the same time and we thought we were awesome.
When Daz and I were living in Sydney, the company we worked for only had one mobile phone between twenty tradesmen and it was massive. It was bigger than a brick. Massive brick base with the big hand piece on top attached by a long cord. Whoever was on call that weekend took it home with them. Everyone else just had pagers. What a pain in the arse they were. Every time you were paged you had to find a public phone to ring the office to see what they wanted. A lot of the time it was something pathetic that could have waited until you got back to the office anyway. It’s all the girl on the switchboard heard all day – PAGE TONY, PAGE CARLOS, PAGE MARC. And yes, we had a massive switchboard to go with our massive mobile phone. I must say though there’s something fun about operating the switchboard, lots of potential for danger there but if it’s a busy day and you’re on fire, I dunno, just something satisfying about flicking those switches up and down, doing every thing right, putting people where they’re meant to be, being in control of the place.