Secret terror files left on train

For those too lazy to click the link and read, the story is that an intelligence officer in the UK left some sensitive documents about Al-Qaeda on a train. Somehow, "whoops" just doesn't seem to cover it.

But still, ignoring for a moment the fact that top secret documents were left on a public transport system - suggesting that perhaps our 007 was poring through them before getting bored, putting them down and picking up a newspaper that someone had left on the seat in order to finish off their crossword instead - let's focus on the person who found it.

Imagine it were you. You're on a train, and someone seems to have left their briefcase behind - oh dear. Let's have a look inside.

Oh!

Top-secret documents, quite specifically labelled as such. What do you do next?

a. Think, "this is a matter of security. It could affect my safety and my family's safety" and hand it in to police.

b. Think, "this is a matter of security. It could affect my safety and my family's safety" and decide it's best to put the whole thing into a document shredder - after all, surely these Intelligence people are indeed Intelligent enough to have a backup copy, right?

c. Think, "Woohoo! I'll be on TV".

I know. Some choices in life are tough.

I've come down with a raging case of the Crazies recently. Every few months - say once a year - I reach a low point where I question what I'm contributing to society through my job. At the moment, I am making textbooks, which is educational for the kiddies and therefore not *completely* selfish of me, but I'm generally quite hard on myself and thus I spent last weekend wallowing in my own self-pity. The funny thing, though, is that it really felt like I was being listened to and/or mocked by the Powers That Be.

Me: Not enough pay! Long hours! Hm ... career change. Medicine?

Radio station: Aaaand now we have this really interesting interview with a medical specialist who will tell us all about the latest studies on pain receptors.

Magazine the next day: Why switching careers is addictive!

In my inbox: 'Jane Notarealperson took Facebook's "Reasons to Quit your Job" quiz!'

Me: (raised eyebrow*) Hello? The Universe? Is ... is that you?

* actually I still can't raise just one eyebrow, despite all my years of yearning for that ultimate comedic talent. Seriously. I've practised in front of a mirror and it's hopeless.

Anyway, in my search for Options - and might I convert that into human speech for any males reading: that means "oh God ANYTHING but what I'm doing now" - I did come across a fitness regime designed by the Australian Defence Forces (yes, I TOLD you I looked at Options). I now do 10 push-ups and 45 sit-ups a day, just to see if I am up to the challenge. I laugh at you, little ADF health booklet!

I think anything I say from here on is likely to be a complaint, so instead I choose an abrupt ending:

My new favourite show is Scrubs. The end.