What Out Of Date Technology Did You Work

My last few post on how I ran an old fashioned elevator, where you don’t have buttons, or a manual bowling alley, where I reset the pins by hand got me to thinking, there are probably a lot of people who have had jobs that were old technology and were replaced.

Like an old fashioned phone system, like you see in the movies where the operator has to plug in the call. Or running a computer with cards that have holes in them (what are those called)?

So does anyone currently do something with old fashioned technology. And if not, what in the past did you do, that is now hopelessly outdated.

I wired number group frames for new phone lines in a #5 Crossbar office.

I was once a “board boy” at a stock brokerage firm.

My task was to watch the Big Board (NYSE) stock ticker projected on a small screen and catch the latest quotes of about 150 stocks of interest to our customers. Every time a sale went across, I wrote down an abbreviated version of that transaction on a chalkboard next to the stock code.

As the market opened each day, the ticker was running very fast. The daily board sitters would help me fill in the blanks…telephone, 4 5/8…GM, 9 1/4…

Then, at night, I had to wipe the entire chalkboard and oil it down with furniture polish to get ready for the next day. I’d get an advance copy of the Wall Street Journal and enter the previous day’s closing prices on the board for the next day’s opening.

When I started working in the color printing business (1984) I learned to make color separations on a camera, using red, green and blue filters to create continuous-tone cyan, magenta, yellow and black film negatives. I then used those negatives, along with a contact screen, to make the intermediate positive screenings to the final size of the image. These positives were then converted to negatives and stripped into the final position.

I was probably the last person in New York City to learn how to do this, as mine was the last shop in town still doing it.

I was taught to use an ancient Kubota tractor to pull mulch around when I was a groundskeeper in 2005. I’m not sure whether that counts as horribly outdated, since it was still machinery containing an engine with gears and all that, but I know the tractor was very very old. We had to keep it in first gear pretty much all of the time, unless the driving surface was perfectly flat. And in first gear it didn’t break 5 mph. Fun times :slight_smile:

I’ll chance to show my age here.

Back when there were state Bell Systems (Michigan Bell fer instance) or perhaps GTE of Indiana (which wasn’t state-wide), I sought a good paying job with these regional phone companies.
Right when the equal opportunity debate was being embraced by major corporations.

I so wanted to train and learn phone systems, specifically switching systems and was hoping my minor in EE would help when I applied for work at these companies.
Since there was a dearth of male Operators, I was offered a position as Long Distance Operator.

I actually used patch cords and patch panels to connect customers to various trunk circuits so they could get to who ever they were intending to talk to.
And used old-timey headsets that one often sees in old black and white movies.
After a year I ended up being the only male Operator on the floor. To keep me they offered me a Supervisor position.
Good times, and this was only back in 1971! The ESS switch was just being implemented which eliminated a lot of the manual labor.

Oh, I forgot to add:
I was also trained as an Information Operator. Remember dialing 411 to get a number?
I actually had many yellow-pages and white-pages directly in front of me and looked up the number requested using those, depending on the area of coverage.

(Warning: Very long boring description of archaic printed circuit board process follows)

My first two jobs while in high school covered most aspects of printed circuit board production, from the initial schematic to the finished boards. The bosses knew each other and had arranged for me to work in both places on alternating days, so I could learn the business.

My original job was as a draftsman, working with electronic circuit drafting. I normally worked on drawings, with pencils and triangles, occasionally getting criticized by my boss for my sloppy lettering.

Once these drawings were finished and approved by the customer, we started preparing for the physical design of the circuit boards.
This very smart fellow in the back of the room would stare at a complex circuit schematic for … a long time, and then he would take out a pair of colored pencils, in red and blue, and begin drawing the layout of the circuit on a fresh sheet of vellum. The red lines represented traces on one side of the circuit board and the blue traces were for the other side. His job was to lay out all of the chips and components in such a way as to minimize the length of traces and the number of “feed through” connections (connections from front to back through a little hole) that were needed.

The original pencil drawing was then passed on to an underling like me. We would put the drawing on a light table and lay a sheet of clear acetate on top. We would then use an x-acto knife and extremely thin pin striping tape, in red and blue, to lay out the traces on the acetate.

The print shop would use red and blue filters to photograph only the top or only the bottom of the board. Those photographs would then go to the other company where I worked, where we would create the actual printed circuit boards.

We would take the artwork from the print shop and create a working positive print from that. Then we would apply a thin layer of photosensitive adhesive film on each side of the copper-clad boards and expose each one to bright light masked by the working positive print.
Wherever the light touched the special plastic, the stuff hardened. This meant that the background stuff (the parts we didn’t want) were hardened, while the plastic covering actual traces was left unexposed. A quick solvent wash removed the plastic covering the traces.

We then ran the boards through a plating line, electroplating a thin layer of solder to the exposed copper, exactly where the traces would be. A quick acid bath then dissolved the previously protected areas, leaving only the copper traces with a thin layer of solder protecting them.

A trip through an oven melted the solder, to allow it to flow into all of the microscopic cracks, forming a shiny silvery surface on all of the traces.

At this point, a skilled worker would take one board and go into a funky darkened booth that had a special magnifier setup that would allow him to precisely center each solder pad over a nifty little drill that would come up from below at the press of a pedal. He would carefully drill each of the many hundreds of holes in this board, positioning each one by hand.

This master board was then given to one of the two burly women who ran the Quad Drill machines. They would put the master board in a special tray and then clamp four stacks of undrilled boards under four pantograph-driven drills. The single handgrip had a tiny pin at the bottom and a button. They would insert the pin in each hole of the master board and hit the button, causing the quad drills to come down, drilling the same hole in thirty or so new boards.

Once drilled, a special router template was created for the new boards, following the machine drawings, and someone like me would first rough-trim the boards with a sheet metal shear, and then use an industrial router table to trim to the final dimensions. That machine spewed huge quantities of fiberglass dust, in spite of the vacuum hose, and consequently killed multiple portable tape players I had taken to work—even though I sealed them in plastic bags.
I would then break the boards’ sharp edges gently by swiping all sides against a big sheet of sandpaper.

The final step of the process involved two silkscreen passes, both using masks created photographically with artwork from the same print shop. The first pass would cover everything that was not a solder pad with translucent green lacquer. The second pass would apply all of the text, such as component names and the company trademark, in white lacquer.

To close the loop on this entire process, my drafting boss had me work on a short production run of assembly (about 50 boards). I assembled and hand-soldered fifty or so six-inch-square boards. That’s where I learned to put the low components in first and how to avoid “cold solder joints”

All of the stages of this process have been supplanted by computers. The circuit design, the drafting, the component layout, print shop work, etcetera.
And much of the mechanical work is now done via CNC machines–computer-driven machinery that does what those tough-looking women did all day long, faster and more accurately.

I ran a mechanical cash register - the kind with the vertical rows of numbers to represent each place. When the supermarket changed technology and the computer crashed one evening (due to a power surge and subsequent outage), I was the only person there who knew how to run the old register. I was very busy for hours. No thank you came from management but I was proud of my prowess. And I was only 18 at the time.

And today they make how many layers of circuits on a board?
It’s amazing how far we have progressed in that area alone.

Why does that sound-effect “Cha-Ching” from Pink Floyd’s “Money” stick in my ear right now? :stuck_out_tongue:

We were doing it back then too, but I was already too verbose. I left out the process for gold-plating edge connectors as well.

Just thinking about those chemicals makes my liver cringe. Just thinking about the fiberglass everywhere makes my lungs cringe … and my whole body itch.

In the early eighties, I repaired microfilm equipment. Cameras, readers, printers.

There are still lots of reader/printers around but AFAIK no one is microfilming documents. I used to call on all of the branches in the Toronto Public Library system where every loan was recorded on 16mm film with a Kodak rotary camera.

Well, a manual typewriter, of course. Worked my way up to an electric, then the exciting Selectric, and eventually those new computer thingies.

I was also a magazine layout artist in the last pre-computer days. Big old board, tiny strips of type razor-bladed out and rubber-cemented down. When computers came about, everyone said, “this will make laying out magazines so easy!” And I said, “No, it will give every editor and art director the chance to put everything off till the last minute making change after change after change,” and that is exactly what has happened.

I’ve been the solo librarian in a library with a card catalog (in 2005!), which means I did all the cataloging (some of it original) and then had to load up a program on a floppy disc to print out the cards. Then file them, of course. I had nightmares about taking the rod out and dropping a drawer. Library school did NOT prepare me for it.

ETA - tons of people are microfilming documents. The place we get our readers (Palmetto Microfilm) took us on a tour last year of their facility, where several ladies work all day microfilming documents. Mostly government.

There were a bunch of ancient but perfectly functioning machines still in use when I worked High School summers for the Street Department of my hometown.

A street sign making machine that baked them in a giant tanning-booth / Easy-Bake oven thing with hundreds of lightbulbs. I still have a couple of custom ones I made.

The one person street-lane painting car that looked like a mad scientist’s golf cart. (The linked one looks ten times newer than the one my city used).

The little Cushman three wheeled three-in-the-tree with its little parking meter attachment trailer that cashed out the parking meters. That was my favorite job. You unhitched the trailer and pushed it around, then attached it to each meter and turned your key so that the change from each meter would dump into the trailer. Designed so that it was impossible for the emptier to access the change at all, at any point during the emptying process.

The Yazoo lawn mowers that looked like something out of Road Warrior, but were fantastic grass cutters. One wheel in the back so you could spin around the smallest trunk w/o needing to go back and use a weedeater.
If you want to talk software / OS / programming languages, they are legion. Hardware-wise there was having to manually adjust the pins on an old Epson dot matrix to alter the NLQ settings.

When I was in the USAF (I won’t tell you when), I was a teletype operator.

Also used to use a manual typewriter at various jobs, oh the horror. :eek:

Graphics: back when “cut and paste” really was “cut and paste.” Illustrations boards, t-squares, triangles, wax machines, rubber cement, x-acto knives, border tape & curved corners, veloxes, amberlith, rubylith, rapidographs, markers, tracing paper, mechanical pencils, kneaded erasers, push pins, proportion wheels . . . and I’m probably leaving out a dozen more.

Typesetting: Linotype machines, VIPs, Paper tape, paper tape punches (“chicken pluckers”), tape rollers (“gozintas”), Linotrons, MVPs, Typositor machines, CODES, CODES, CODES, etc., etc., etc.

How do I describe this? I sat at a typewriter that punched the holes in punch cards for military pay purposes.

Hated it. You can’t backspace over, erase, or use white out on a hole. And I wasn’t that good a typist.

Lessee…

I used an old-fashioned manual cash register at a small shop back in 2005.

I helped “paste up” a small neighborhood newspaper for the printer using hot wax, T-squares, etc. back in 1998.

I routinely used a microfiche reader working at my city’s sole remaining newspaper back in 2002.

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