Last week I went without coffee. Technically, I didn't even have coffee the previous Thursday, Friday, or Saturday. I had coffee with my mom on Sunday because that is our standing date, but Starbucks is basically a dessert compared to my usual intake. I worked over 40 hours last week, and all of those hours were without coffee. And I am still alive. (As are my coworkers - no, it's ok, I understand why you had to ask.)
I kept notes on the highs and lows of last week… here are some of the more interesting moments:
Monday, 9.45a. None of my coworkers have spoken directly to me. I've made eye contact with three before they quickly look away. I must look dead inside.
10.36a. Not awake.
12.30p. Just realized I have been writing the date as 5.18 to this point. Not a big deal, but it's most definitely the 21st.
3.54p. So tired. Would give up today's pay for an hour long nap.
Editor's note: Napped from 630-930p. Bedtime was 1130p.
Tuesday, 7.01a. Overslept. Actually, didn't oversleep, just had no will to get up.
8.34a. Office coffee smells like heaven. Pretty sure my eyes aren't all the way open.
9.03a. Looked in mirror - my eyes are half closed.
Editor's note: napped from 7-9p. Bedtime was midnight.
Wednesday 6.35a. I think my coffee maker is angry with me, sitting there glaring with its hand on its hip.
8.14a. The air on the drive in smelled like coffee, but I feel good this morning.
11.02a. It's weird how normal I feel - normal meaning my usual coffee-saturated state.
Editor's note: NO NAP! Still going strong at 11p.
I didn't take notes Thursday because I felt incredibly normal. Friday was another good day. I caved and had two mugs of roasted almond coffee - heaven! But I didn't have coffee Saturday, had my weekly coffee date Sunday, but went without on Monday - a total of nine days sans coffee.
I'm not sure I'll try this again, but it's reassuring to know I can go without 8 cups of coffee a day and still act human. Eventually.