The number of people on Tea Trade that I would LOVE to have a cup of tea with is high.
The additional number that I wouldn’t object to having a tea with can be defined by this formula:
The Total Number on Tea Trade minus the first group minus one.
Yes, just one.
I’m afraid that if I were to take tea with one member here, I’d slide a glass cutter out of my pocket, surreptitiously dissect the saucer into eight equal and oh so sharp slices, and, cheap kung fu movie style, ram one from each hand into his neck , approximately perpendicular to each other.
After the tea was finished, of course. No sense in getting blood spatter in a fine Darjeeling. Not to mention a corpse.
So, why the violence? I’m known as a mild-mannered chap, more prone to Silver Needles than shurikens. I’d rather discuss Nilgiri at noon that cross swords at sunrise.
It’s not because that person has attacked me.
I tend to ignore people who bug me. It’s when they go after others that I get on my high horse, and it’s a very high horse.
Wind back the past four years. Lady Devotea and I have resolutely faced more ups and downs than a lift mechanic could see in a lifetime.
We bought a business a few years back, and without saying anything that might impact the eventual and probable court case, we feel that we were conned.
We barely escaped that trauma, and I got a “regular” job. 5 weeks in, I was headhunted to a new firm, one where I would have a one-third ownership.
Six months later, I had performed over $200,000 worth of work for the various other companies than my new business partners owned. And they wound up their companies, leaving me high and dry.
Don’t feel sorry for me! I once read, in a cookbook “If you speak English, you’re probably amongst the richest people in the world”.
I believe this. The smallest unemployment benefit in Australia is immense richness compared to what most of the people in the world get. And while I haven’t had to live on that for over twenty years, it’s there if we need it. We live in a wonderful place
We’ve ignored the various people mentioned, and moved on with our lives. We’ve found customers for our skills, and things are back on track. We’re actually quite enjoying life, and we have big dreams, big plans.
But in wee small hours, I dwell on the wrongs that I believe have been done to us. And I take the wider view.
There’s a guy I know who I believe is being taken for a ride the way I was. I keep trying to hint about it, but he is confident that his dodgy deal will work out – so far he’s worked over a year without pay, always believing that the big payday is a week or so away. I’d love to think he was right.
If he is right, he will get a small share of the proceeds, having done masses of the work. Still a decent amount of dollars though.
The thing is, when you’re in the middle of it all, it always seems to be kosher. Because if it wasn’t, you wouldn’t do it, right?. That what these long term conmen rely on, You convince yourself that you aren’t stupid enough to be conned, and then you start seeing what you want to see.
So, I have developed a particularly high horse when it comes to con-men (and con-women, I suppose. It’s never come up).
It came to a head when I wrote a blog here on tea trade about a scam that, on the face of it, seems pretty pathetic.
By not naming the individual, I hoped it might inspire him to pull his head in, as we say here. To stop his actions. To think about what he was doing, and consider not doing it any more.
He didn’t. Instead, he took a few other actions. Launching incoherent attacks on me. Posting comments boasting about how tea reviewers could make or break tea companies.
And, in what I think was a response to a comment I made on a tea reviewng discussion here on Tea Trade, I got a direct message that made no sense.
Then I heard that he has been spitefully, and untruthfully, attacking another tea blogger. The excuse? “He was drunk”.
A better person than me might had just blocked the silly sod. I mean, what a luxury we have here. If you find someone to be obscene or obnoxious or anything else, you never have to speak to them again. I’ve already blocked that guy on Twitter.
Instead, I flew off the handle. Made demands. Added a three-storey saddle to my already high horse.
And I shouldn’t have.
I sent a tweet that reflected poorly on Tea Trade. Why? Because it is a tea community with the highest standards, and I couldn’t understand the continuing presences of this blight on the landscape. I railed against this.
It’s a feature of Tea Trade that so many of us feel a sense of ownership. In the same way as you might say “my town” or “my state” or “my football team”. Tea Trade is “My Tea Home”.
I let that get the better of me.
I must thank a few people for their support over the past few days. I won’t name you, because you don’t necessarily need the grief that might bring down on you, but you know who you are.
I wrote this blog entry not really knowing where it would take me. I seriously considered just getting the hell out of here.
But I won’t. I’ll stay. I’ll fight.
This is my tea home.