when i was 16, and just graduated from secondary school, three of my friends and i ventured into the working foray. all four of us managed to secure positions as production line staff in a computer company - manning the production lines, handling the packaging of computer software and hardware.

at 16, as much as every working day was an adventure to us, (yes, we were that excited about working our first jobs) there were three things we looked forward to each day - lunch hour, teabreak, knock-off.

now, at every teabreak we'd just take out whatever we brought along from homes for the day (usually chocolate bars, biscuits or pastries) and get a cup of cold drink from the vending machine downstairs.

as luck would have it, one day right before teabreak, our supervisor wanted me and icah to go get more supplies from the warehouse. now the warehouse is linked to the back of our main building, we just had to walk through a door to get there. as we were walking back, we spotted two HUGE cans of biscuits standing next to the door, left abandoned in the stairwell. the first thought that crossed our minds was, 'ohhh, hiding some good biscuits from the rest here, eh?' so i got icah to go back to our production line, grab her oversized windbreaker and a few plastic bags and meet me back here. we were going into Operation 'Steal Some of Yer Biscuits'. we managed to sneak about three packets of the biscuits in icah's oversized windbreaker and hid two of them in our lockers as we ate one of them for teabreak.

as we were happily chomping on the stolen sultana biscuits, our assistant supervisor walked up to us.

her: eh, did you guys take this from the stairwell?
us: uh, no.
her: really?
me: no, we brought this from home.
her: ok, good. cos the ones in the stairwell have long expired.

so there you go. lesson learnt: don't steal stairwell biscuits. if you want to, at least check the expiry date first.

so tell me, what have You been up to? it's been quite a while.