28^th Aug 2014

This is a subject I wrote about once before. In the future, I may write about disk drive recovery. Then I’ll be able to compare the old and the newer article.

I drink too much coffee. But I don’t know how much over the limit I drink. What I choose to do is not take any notice of the information out there. And anyway, the guidelines don’t apply to me. I wait for the subtle hints my body gives, such as heart palpitations. Then I still don’t quite get it.

Sometimes, people tell me I’m a bit edgy, or start mentioning the amount of espressos I’m drinking. But I need to keep going, and at least I’m not drinking an oversized milky coffee. I’m a real coffee lover, that’s why I like the short strong drink. Experience of drinking from the bean differs wildly in quality, but I don’t care. If it’s nasty I’ll neck it quicker than a good cup. I just need that hit. That’ll make me more productive! Feeding an addiction is the right thing to do, right?

Modern offices run on coffee, and coffee breaks. It gives us a chance to get up, have a break, and work over ideas. They do for me anyway. So, why do the places I work have only one place to buy the drink? Sometimes, it’s a place in the building across the road, and more often with slow service and a queue. And when you get it, it’s rubbish, and expensive. It’s not hard to make a decent cup of the stuff, but it really seems like the people serving don’t even drink the stuff. At work, no-one wears a barrista t-shirt. Just a miserable, minimum pay frown, as they serve people earning in a week, what they earn in a month.

I know I have a problem with the dark brown drink. That’s why I’m drinking tea right now – at 2223. A couple of bad machine coffees, a double espresso, and a pot of coffee at home is all I’ve had, but something tells me that the reader would think this is quite a lot. But I do have a habit of drinking more than one pot.

Giving up isn’t too hard. I’ve done it before. In fact I’m really good at it. In fact, I could give it up for ever. It’s not doing me any good, and there’s tea. Lovely, satisfying, refreshing tea. Seriously, I love tea. But somehow, it’s just not enough, and I drink twice as much as I would coffee. That’s not a problem though. No-one will criticise me for drinking too much tea.

I like to think of myself as a high functioning caffeine-aholic. That’s fine, because I’m high functioning. That’s the fallback for all addicts. Then there’s the fear of going through the withdrawal and not being any different. However, I will be different, but I wouldn’t have written this!