As I made my first coffee for 48 hours I could literally feel my neurons barking at the fence like starving, rabid dogs. They even followed the scoop of ground coffee from side to side, pulsing first on the right lobe as I scooped the coffee from the tin and then across to the left and then down as I dropped it into the plunger. Scrabbling paws and manic keening were all I was as I filled the plunger with water and waited the itchy, yelping 3 minutes for the brew.
Addicted?
I can stop any time I want to.
I just don't want to.
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An explanation of The Joy Division Litmus Test
Although it may now be lost in the mysts of thyme, the poll below is still relevant to this blog. In the winter of 2008, Mele and I went to live in Queensland. In order to survive, I bluffed my way into a job at a Coffee Club.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
48 hours without a coffee? How the heck did you survive?
ReplyDeleteMmmmm, coffee....
(instant of course)
Yep, as I can also stop my continued investing of thousands of dollars a day on one armed bandit. Am I part of that 30 percent..? No, I win all the time. I'm sure I've told you when I win. Don't believe the 87.5 percent fact (printed in casinos) that gamblers get paid out of their spendings. I get far more than that, I'm sure I tell you about all the big wins I have. Don't I..?
ReplyDeleteChase that creme-dragon
ReplyDeleteRiver - With no small loss of dignity, let me assure you. Dribbling in the tea room like a fresh lobotomy was high point.
ReplyDeleteShippy - God lord, for a minute there, I thought the gambling spam-bots had got you!
ToOS - WORD!!! Long time, no TOOS! Good to see you back on the 'horse'!
I kept my coffee at home in a jar labelled "Da Bluck Cruck Mon" for many years.
48 hours without coffee - WHY do that to yourself - isn't life hard enough?
ReplyDeleteKath - A weekend of gastro. I know it's only half an excuse, but there you have it. I'm convinced the reason I felt so rotten and had to stay home from work wasn't because I was fighting the bug off, it was just because I hadn't HAD MY MORNING COFFEE.
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