coffee and cigarettes
Jun. 14th, 2002 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauralhI read somewhere once that "coffee is nature's laxative."
I don't really like coffee, actually. I've adapted due to Seattle living - anything tastes ok if you add enough milk and sugar - but that's mainly for the caffeine, not because I like it. Just like girly drinks for the purpose of getting a buzz on, I guess...
I feel the same way about cigarettes - only smoke cloves - but unlike mochas or fuzzy navels, which are socially acceptable among coffee/alcohol drinkers, real smokers (and some other people) can't really stand the smell of clove cigarettes. But that's ok, it's not like I wanna smoke more than once a month or so.
My first summer job was doing data entry and other various sundry computer work at our local school board office. I worked with two secretaries who basically did the same thing I did (albeit much quicker) and a manager who had his own office (and didn't really mingle enough for me to figure out what he did). Oh, yeah, and I had to make the coffee too. It wasn't all that hard, just put in the premeasured packets and add water, but the smell still annoyed me a lot. I couldn't tell you why exactly - it was a strong smell that I wasn't used to, as none of the adults I knew drank it (damn Mormons). I never touched the stuff until I first came to Seattle, to be frank.
The main trouble I had with the smell, I think, was that I couldn't really distinguish it from the smell of the cigarettes. They mingled freely in that office space - ten years ago there was no such thing as non-smokers' rights, especially not in the South (it was always such a huge pain trying to get seated in the non-smokers' sections at restaurants when my family would go out). And then a year later, my first boyfriend was an infrequent smoker and coffee drinker. Which meant that I couldn't tell what I was tasting when I kissed him. It wasn't until recently that I've really been able to separate the two tastes/smells in my mind. Partly from hanging out in coffee shops all the time, and partly from hanging out with cigarette smokers. And partly from making out with serious coffee drinkers.
(Plus I think that the Louisiana coffee back then was really shit.)
I don't really like coffee, actually. I've adapted due to Seattle living - anything tastes ok if you add enough milk and sugar - but that's mainly for the caffeine, not because I like it. Just like girly drinks for the purpose of getting a buzz on, I guess...
I feel the same way about cigarettes - only smoke cloves - but unlike mochas or fuzzy navels, which are socially acceptable among coffee/alcohol drinkers, real smokers (and some other people) can't really stand the smell of clove cigarettes. But that's ok, it's not like I wanna smoke more than once a month or so.
My first summer job was doing data entry and other various sundry computer work at our local school board office. I worked with two secretaries who basically did the same thing I did (albeit much quicker) and a manager who had his own office (and didn't really mingle enough for me to figure out what he did). Oh, yeah, and I had to make the coffee too. It wasn't all that hard, just put in the premeasured packets and add water, but the smell still annoyed me a lot. I couldn't tell you why exactly - it was a strong smell that I wasn't used to, as none of the adults I knew drank it (damn Mormons). I never touched the stuff until I first came to Seattle, to be frank.
The main trouble I had with the smell, I think, was that I couldn't really distinguish it from the smell of the cigarettes. They mingled freely in that office space - ten years ago there was no such thing as non-smokers' rights, especially not in the South (it was always such a huge pain trying to get seated in the non-smokers' sections at restaurants when my family would go out). And then a year later, my first boyfriend was an infrequent smoker and coffee drinker. Which meant that I couldn't tell what I was tasting when I kissed him. It wasn't until recently that I've really been able to separate the two tastes/smells in my mind. Partly from hanging out in coffee shops all the time, and partly from hanging out with cigarette smokers. And partly from making out with serious coffee drinkers.
(Plus I think that the Louisiana coffee back then was really shit.)
