On Work

I got disgusted and screamed at somebody today because I got tired of hearing my name. It’s Carol this–Carol that. I’m supposed to do 75 things at once and answer every bodies questions at the same time. I just got nervous and cried today and Mr. Nudi said that they only did it because they respected my thoughts and my knowledge. HA! HA! And that he only trusted me to do certain things because I was the only girl he had in that department that he could depend on. I told him that I didn’t want to be dependable or depended on–I just wanted to do my job and be left alone. Gee’s I go around in circles up there and never seem to get finished with anything. Seem’s like all I want to do now is things for us and think about what will be when we’re together.

My grandmother in a letter to my grandfather, March 8, 1954

NEW EMPLOYEES (and old ones too):

I’M A BOOK THAT YOU’LL AGREE
USES LOTS OF A B C
ALWAYS BE CAREFUL IS MY TALE
(Eyes and hands are not for sale)
NOR CAN YOU THOSE ACCIDENTS BUCK
BY TRUSTING JUST TO “LADY LUCK”
IF YOU’LL LEARN ME FROM A TO Z
SAFE IN WORK AND PLAY YOU’LL BE!

YOUR FRIEND,
The Crucible Safety Primer

Crucible Steel Company of America, 1960’s