I worked for the LA in the early ‘70s’ at County Hall and we had a signing in book. Our (little Hitler) office manager would draw a line under the last name at spot on 8.30, even if she could see staff on their way in. I fell foul of this several times, only by a few minutes and was sent for by a bigger Hitler - their own sense of importance was staggering! However, when I explained that I got a lift in with the then Director of Social Services and was at his mercy timewise, they were in complete awe and both changed their tune and I was never spoken to about it again. I should explain that The Directors car park was near a senior entrance and special lift which I wasn’t allowed to use, so I had to run from the car park to the main staff/public entrance which was responsible for those extra few minutes. The book really was a joke, because the whole office was female and we spent the first 15 minutes of every day chatting, hair combing, checking make-up and one girl would pluck the odd eyebrow hair!!
Happy days though in general.