Kicking the habit
Jan. 15th, 2009 09:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzThree days. Actually, it was a little less than that, as yesterday the craving for some caffeine reached a red line and I threw the idea of green tea out the window. I took care to drink four cups of black (Pickwick) tea, loaded with suger, to at least get rid of the detox feeling I was experiencing.
This morning I got up at seven, the ungodly hour when I have no need for caffeine yet and my body is protesting against the very idea of coffee. A cup of black tea with milk took care of that, and when I finally left the house at eight-thirty the needle was nearing the red line again. Caffeine, and lots of it, would be appreciated.
It's not that the coffee at Sogeti is bad. It's abominably lousy. Someone must configure those machines, right? So how come they've got the tastebuds of a hippopotamus? What in their twisted minds went "Okay, right, so let's take half the amount of coffee needed for one cup, right? And we make the coffee with that. And then afterwards we can re-use that coffee for the next five cups! It will be marvellous!"
Someone get me that guys address, so I can make my displeasure known to him.
As I was riding my bike towards Sogeti, I was pondering the idea of kicking the habit. Caffeine is no less a drug than alcohol, and I don't want to take drugs. However, like alcohol, it is one of few drugs I would actually take, and do take. Well, let's be honest about that. At home I drink decaf, and at work there's hardly any actual coffee involved. But still, my daily fix of coffee is -as my mind thinks- necessary. It's definitely a habit, whereas I only drink alcohol when in good company, never before dinner, and only very rarely when I have to work the next day.
I took a little detour to the trainstation, where my favorite UFO Coffeemaker is located. I inserted three 50 cent pieces into the machine, located the largest cup, and pressed the small silver button, around which a blue ring of light began to blink. And, carefully holding my golden cappuccino, I cycled to work.
I already drink a lot less coffee. It's like house-breaking your dog. If he's bad, you punish him. If I want coffee (=bad) I get bad coffee, which is a punishment. It's going to work, I'm sure. Meanwhile, I've got my first fix, and can switch back to my green tea in a moment. The Oriental Lipton green tea is really nice (Steelweaver gave that to me), it's got a little kick which makes it all the more enjoyable. And whenever I feel the need for some real coffee I can get some from the shady dealer at the trainstation. You see, it's no different than drugs after all!
And once I'm off the habit, I can get right back on it to get me some of those hallucinations this study promises.
This morning I got up at seven, the ungodly hour when I have no need for caffeine yet and my body is protesting against the very idea of coffee. A cup of black tea with milk took care of that, and when I finally left the house at eight-thirty the needle was nearing the red line again. Caffeine, and lots of it, would be appreciated.
It's not that the coffee at Sogeti is bad. It's abominably lousy. Someone must configure those machines, right? So how come they've got the tastebuds of a hippopotamus? What in their twisted minds went "Okay, right, so let's take half the amount of coffee needed for one cup, right? And we make the coffee with that. And then afterwards we can re-use that coffee for the next five cups! It will be marvellous!"
Someone get me that guys address, so I can make my displeasure known to him.
As I was riding my bike towards Sogeti, I was pondering the idea of kicking the habit. Caffeine is no less a drug than alcohol, and I don't want to take drugs. However, like alcohol, it is one of few drugs I would actually take, and do take. Well, let's be honest about that. At home I drink decaf, and at work there's hardly any actual coffee involved. But still, my daily fix of coffee is -as my mind thinks- necessary. It's definitely a habit, whereas I only drink alcohol when in good company, never before dinner, and only very rarely when I have to work the next day.
I took a little detour to the trainstation, where my favorite UFO Coffeemaker is located. I inserted three 50 cent pieces into the machine, located the largest cup, and pressed the small silver button, around which a blue ring of light began to blink. And, carefully holding my golden cappuccino, I cycled to work.
I already drink a lot less coffee. It's like house-breaking your dog. If he's bad, you punish him. If I want coffee (=bad) I get bad coffee, which is a punishment. It's going to work, I'm sure. Meanwhile, I've got my first fix, and can switch back to my green tea in a moment. The Oriental Lipton green tea is really nice (Steelweaver gave that to me), it's got a little kick which makes it all the more enjoyable. And whenever I feel the need for some real coffee I can get some from the shady dealer at the trainstation. You see, it's no different than drugs after all!
And once I'm off the habit, I can get right back on it to get me some of those hallucinations this study promises.
