My mother has always had fond memories of her former job at the packaging section of a tobacco company in Manila. She started working in the department several years before she met my father. The job was not that easy but she coped well through the help of her co-workers who later became her best buddies. She was thankful that they were willing to help a newbie like her familiarize her job which include sorting of imported-quality cigarettes (I’m not sure if gurkha cigars were included). The products were shipped overseas. My mom said the cigarettes the company was manufacturing were one of the popular brands during those times. She also had her share of not-so-good memories at her workplace, but that would be a different story altogether.