A member of stour, bookstores and kiosks. Which means their data had many items of little value per each - pencils, erasers, compasses, newspapers, calendars, doček decorations and the like.
Their data being structured so, and copious at that, they had a lot of entry to do, but they managed, and were up to date even in 1986. Their terminals worked two shifts, with the second shift being mostly some guy nicknamed Paki, the fastest operator in town. I watched him work a few times, and couldn't follow his fingers - he performed some fuzzy cloud above the numeric keypad, where all the data entry was done. He had to type just the item code and the quantity and peek at the screen to check it, then next row. He was literally doing hundred rows per minute, and no matter how thick the bundle of delivery notes (future invoices) was, he'd get started at 14:20 and be long gone by 18:00, at which time he'd already be on štrafta - why stay at work, when he's already done the day's job. Who cares if a regular operator needs a whole shift to do the same.
Then he got interested in programming, and started messing with it, so I had to limit the rights (v. 12-XI-1987.) because he almost made a mess. But then he was just poking at bits here and there; by 1997. he had a company, „Nightmare software“ (of course it was in english) and I loved him for that. His former customers were eating from our hands, whatever we give them was excellent, can we have some more?
The other operator girls weren't much, don't remember any names nor faces. The only interesting story was when they heard that monitor radiation was dangerous, so one of them even kept the crt pointed away from here, typing blindly... So they once asked me how damaging is that radiation, really. Well, ordinary TV is more damaging, but you don't sit so close to it. This would have some radiation, but not through the screen, it'd be from behind, but luckily that's shielded, there's a wire mesh on the inside of the box, they keep their Faraday in a cage. Ah, too bad, they hoped to get some extra vacation or pay on account of that, or had a wild dream how someone would prove their case somewhere high and they'd get a benefit staž like cops, pilots, foundry workers or miners.
Their boss was interesting, though. An older lady, a Hungarian, replaced a funny local surname with an even funnier bosnian one, always made up and posh looking. My fan, first in the string of ladies who just loved to sit next to me and watch me work. Luckily it began with her, so I got accustomed to the phenomenon and quickly stopped even noticing. Luckily, for who knows in what kinds of trouble I could have got involved if I didn't.