Okokok, now that I've got the ball rolling, let me recap how the past two days at work and in my life have gone by.
Firstly, I think this would be the only avenue for me to vent my frustrations on the goings at my workplace and give you (my friends) clearer insight on my opinions on moral fiber and moral ethics.
To cut a long story short, I'm treated rather unfairly by a senior colleague whom I have lost quite a lot of respect for. He screws up my orders, I bear the brunt for it; He blatantly and SO rudely interrupts my answering of guest inquiries making the guests unhappy (and I bear the brunt for it); Tells me to clear the tables for him when NO ONE'S around his area but him and he's jolly-well able to clear it himself whereas I am at the back polishing glasses (after business hours); It's past my worktime, I've taken off my uniform and he conveniently comes in and asks me to get dressed once more just to clean the tables. And this is when I'm about to go home and prepare for school at 9am the next morning- He does this at 10.30pm.
Because of all this, I've clearly lost my cool and all my respect for him. So-much-so that I have to resort to calling him a bloody Indian Thambi. Now, if there are any Indian readers here who are already fuming, I sincerely apologise if I have offended anyone because I do not mean to address this to the major population, as this is a personal insult from me to the man I have just described.
Look, whether you are senior in rank or not, if one resorts to this kind of treatment and bears it upon a subordinate, it clearly speaks alot about the level of responsibility and even more starkly, the pathetic level of education that person has received or gone through.
Put it simply, "what the f-ck is wrong with you man?"
Moral Fiber/Ethics: The substance known as integrity believed in, possessed by and held by few pertaining to the ability to differentiate between what is Right, and what is Wrong.
I've mentioned time and time again, it takes quite a bit to piss me off and if this goes on any longer, I'm quitting the job. I've learnt quite enough to do something FOR myself and not take this kind of shit.
Let me say this, no one owes ANYONE a living. I don't owe this guy a living, my friends don't owe me a living, my parents don't owe me a living. People in the working world have always told me, "That's how it is in the working world"/ You've gotta eat humble pie and learn the hard way. Yea? Well I'll tell you what, I'm not standing up to this anymore, I've learnt what I had to learn, it's not something I'm going to be working as the rest of my life so I might as well move on and get on with it and with my life. If you want to say that this exists everywhere, then I'm sad to say that you are working for the wrong people. Anyone with a spine would say, "I'm not taking this shit anymore, I'm moving on."
And herein begins my quest for a better work environment where the culture is not marred by the presence of one asshole who JUST happens to find it convenient to abuse his authority on me. No one should be blaming me now for being a wimp in anyway because for one thing, wimps don't decide their own careers. If you wanna let yourself get shoved up the backside all your life, you can very well be my guest.
Now that I have cleared steam, I can safely go on to describe the latest Cigar added to my list which I've smoked recently- the Romeo y Julieta 2005 Edicion Limitada Petit Pyramides.
Some of you may be wondering, "Wasn't that the brand he was complaining so badly about?"
Indeed it was..but I made the misjudgement to condemn the whole basket just because of one rotten egg of a cigar.
Now, after seeking much consultation, I was seemingly convinced and interested to know what this RJ had to provide for me. Would it be a tasty smoke? Would it be spicy? Peppery or bold?
The answer was everything I thought of.
Romeo y Julieta 2005 Edicion Limitada Petit Pyramides:
Firstly, I would like to emphasize Edicion Limitada. Whenever one sees this on their cigar label, take note. Edicion Limitada refers to a line of Cigars which the respective cigar company has specially prepared only a fixed number to be distrubuted around the world. Most of the time, the number falls somewhere below 100,000.
So I guess I was pretty lucky to have this torpedo along with me and when I asked Lenny what this was like compared to the shitty RJ 2 which I had the past week, he said it was a completely different experience.
True enough, that was exactly what it was because on the first light and draw, its flavour seemed light and aromatic enough. Five minutes later, the Pyramides took on a different personality. This time, flavours of black coffee and oak began to settle in. As time went by, yet another distinct flavoured personality had come in, taking over its predecessor. The hint of coffee was still there, with it's semi-bitterness lingering on the palate. The only thing that struck was its pepperishness and boldness that had a slight drying effect on my throat.
What laid my eyes on this 4.5-incher was it's thickness and it's dark chocolately Dominican wrapper. Smooth and lightly veined, the aroma of almonds (this entire paragraph sounds very wrong, I apologise) and its robust shape nailed the coffin for me. Was the 28dollars I spent worth it smoking this torpedo? I'd say it was pretty average. 3 out 5 stars for satisfaction, 4.5 out of 5 for body and aesthetics.
Footnote: Torpedo refers to the class of Cigars known for its distinct shape that resembles a warhead, as well as for the amount of smoke that one is able to blow out with each draw.
