OK, it is now time to fess up; I was once a biscuit monitor! This may sound a fairly minor & mundane position, but let me tell you it involved purchasing, marketing, money management, in fact huge responsibility. Actually, truth be told, I only remembered very recently that I had held this exalted biscuity position. Scary, I know: it should be foremost in my mind & top of my CV.
So, I set the scene; secondary school, break time, hungry children milling around, energy gaps breaking out everywhere, what was needed was a sugar rush to keep up energy levels until lunchtime (hopefully not one of those delicacies hairy fat stew or wobbly fat pie), but not sweets, no, too iccy & not sophisticated enough for young people. Instead the school sold biscuits to keep the revolting hordes under some semblance of calm. It was a great honour to be awarded the title of biscuit monitor & I was one of the exalted few.
What did we have tp do? We were responsible for deciding what variety to order & we are talking about biscuits in packets being sold individually, not choccie bars or anything luxurious. I wish I could remember what was the favourite but it is just too long ago. These were sold out of a little window in the admin block that looked out over the playground. We were also responsible for eating all the broken biscuits or the odd biscuits left in packets. It was a heady time, we were in the lower 6th, no exams but entrusted with such responsibility. Indeed the year was 1971, we had decimalisation to contend with & a major re-pricing exercise.
I have just realised I could put myself forward for The Apprentice with that experience. I may have missed my vocation.