The place I worked always had cheap and awful wine, but I had noticed they had quite a decent wine stopper.
My stolen tips paid for the carry-out at the afters.
The steak knife I borrowed but I ‘forgot’ to take it back in February…
I asked my colleague if I could have the jumper. He was leaving his job that week, so he didn’t seem to give a shit.
He should’ve just given me the pay rise I’d asked for.
The irony of originally getting a hospitality job, to fund material for making art, has alternately led me to take material from the very place I work.
When sending out CVs to new potential employers, 1 if not 0 staplers are typically required: but it's always good to have 9 just in case.
It was a pretty chill job for the most part but when shit went wrong it was always a total nightmare.
it’s a bit of a novelty to use in the house.
I had to take four side plates and four dinner plates because I like everything to match.
The stakes were low… the situation was bizarre…
Knowing it was the most expensive glassware we had, it felt like a tiny, untraceable way to resist in the face of thousands upon thousands of unpaid pension and HMRC payments by the company despite them being deducted from our payslips.
"It's your turn to steal the wafers".
This was just a spiteful theft after a difficult days work, and my manager had made a pretty nasty comment about me. I don’t even like the glass.
I always hated the decor in the place, so the plan was to see if anyone noticed the ugly apple was gone, and then return it before I left. But I never did, and now I’m stuck with an ugly stone apple.
I saw it as my employers paying a bit towards my cocktail night as an apology for cutting hours and leaving me with less money.
When we broke up, I for some reason inherited this TV.
My daughter’s house was broken into and both the MacBooks I stole were taken. They left the charger though. Probably karma.
So after a couple of weeks, I just kept it.
“One for you, 2 for me”
It was a good job with good money, but after putting in such hard graft, I felt like I deserved something.
A few of us helped ourselves to some stuff.
So, it felt like we were meant to find each other.
