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one of the maintenance guys make the coffee at my office. it's part of his job and he usually does it very well. well, today the other maintenance guy made the coffee and it was foul. in fact, it was beyond foul. I say that because I can drink bad coffee, especially if it's all that's available. I don't know what he did but it was undrinkable. I poured out the pot and made a fresh one.

that first cup did wake me up, though.

 

Sounds like college coffee.... OK college with a bunch of crazy engineering students...

Start by using Water Joe (caffeinated water) instead of water to make the 1st pot. Use that pot instead of water to make the 2nd pot that you will actually serve... it is horrible stuff - but it will get you going!

I think the chemical engineers did some proofs that to show that we were actually beyond the saturation level of caffeine and were getting negative trade-offs by that point. But computer and electrical engineers don't listen to chemies.....

oh, I miss those days!

 

man, that sounds stout....too bad I wasn't yet a coffee drinker in college
(or DE shaver, for that matter)

I worked in a place right after college that helped mentally challenged people integrate into society, and one of the BIG things was decaf coffee only.
They improvised by using leftover coffee from the pot, and leaving the old grinds in the basket while putting new on top of it, and continually remaking coffee...I never tried it, but I admire their ingenuity

 

I don't even see that that's available here in Texas!

my first encounter with Jolt cola was in high school on a mission trip in Pueblo, Colorado. The youth minister took us out for some basketball that one evening, and we stopped at a gas station for, previously planned, gatorade and water.
But some of the guys changed their minds - they saw a funny looking can that had a lightening bolt on it, and started reading - "twice the caffeine of coke" they said, "oh, we've got to try this" they announced - and bought at least 20 cans, possibly more.
This is when I discovered my bodies resistence to caffeine - back at the dorm we were staying at, the guys that had bought them had already had 2, and were having some more. They offered me one. I drank. Not bad, but I don't get it.
The others were going nuts (I'm sure it was an act for the most part, but I don't doubt there effects on them). One was running around in his underwear singing (he was crazy anyway).
They offered me another, drank half of it and said "Good night" and went to sleep in short order....with this great big cloud of anxiety of what these fellows might come up with while I'm asleep.
I woke up a little while later to "underwear serenader" singing "I can't help falling in love with you" at my bedside...messing with the guy in the bunk below me. Eventually one of the adults told them to cut it out and go to bed, but they were still up.
Found out the next morning 3 of them never fell asleep - they tried.
I slept fine.

So, I drink caffeinated beverages for the enjoyment of the beverage, I get no stimulative effect from them.

Back on topic, I've never seen Jolt for sale in Texas, either. I wonder if we have a limit on how much caffeine can be sold in retail drinks here?

 

THIS JUST IN!
TMZ found footage of the guy making the coffee, and NoobShaver discovering it:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ilzeGm3wIM

 

It used to be popular 15 - 20 years ago here, but I hadn't seen it for years until just a few months ago. If two pepsis don't faze you, then one jolt won't I used to think caffiene didn't have an effect on me until I had a 7 shot espresso one evening. My hands were a little shaky and I felt like I should be doing something, but it wore off before bed anyway

Jolt in Texas? dunno

 

well, I do have to pee more the more coffee I drink, so it does affect me. I've never had enough espresso to try and see though

I do hope Micah regales us with his tale of a super-caffeination...it's a miracle he's still alive after that ordeal :happy097

 

You used to be able to get Jolt in Texas, but it was always a rare find. I never much cared for the taste of it, and my experience was a little like yours. It never really did much to wire me, but that was back when I was heavily caffienated, nowadays, it'd probably cripple me. I figure your resistance is because you store all the excess caffeine in your [slash]fur[/slash] hair. I suspect you aren't actually covered in hair, it's really a bunch of micro-straw reservoirs and you're just storing up for lean times.

 

happy102:happy097
thanks, now I store superfluous caffeine in my keyboard
:rofl

 

what?
he's just recycling

 

Hey! A year or so after college I worked in a group home for developmentally disabled guys- the treatment goal was the same, and the rules about caffeine were the same. Staff would brew pots of the real stuff every now and then when we needed it. We'd drink it fast enough that the residents never had a chance.

I remember Jolt. I never have tried it. I'm betting it would strongly affect me, both then and now.

 

I would like to dedicate the following account from my life to our late friend Rolls...

One summer, several years ago, I had fought off my 3rd bladder/kidney infection in under a year, when my doctor advised me, "Stop drinking brown drinks, specifically caffeinated drinks."

Horror upon horrors! At this point in my life I was a six-pack-o-cola a day man, usually starting my morning off with an espresso, and here was this, this QUACK! telling me to cut out the joys of the java bean?!? Well, what could I do? I was sick of peeing blood and grassburs, so I said what the heck, I'll do this thing, and I grabbed the proverbial bull by the horns and launched into a change of lifestyle, eschewing anything and everything caffeine, save for an occasional candy bar.

The first two weeks were horrible. The shakes and the headaches had nothing on the cold sweats in the middle of the night, not to mention the frequent trips to the bathroom because I was nearing water-poisoning in an attempt to quench the thirst that only colas and coffee could fill. I was jonesing for a cuppa like nobody's bidness. But I prevailed.

Having conquered the DT's, the next month and a half was a breeze. I settled into a pattern of drinking water, treating myself to an occasional decaffienated root beer or carbonated water (Clearly Canadian Blackberry was my weapon of choice) and otherwise resisting the urge to buy a coke with great fervor.

Then one morning, about 2 months in, I awoke with a craving. This was the kind of craving that drives men to do stupid things. The kind of craving that, when given in to, gets your face on the 5 o'clock news. I wanted some coffee. I was confident in my ability to drink "just one cup" and move on about my day. I glanced at the clock and saw that I was probably going to be late for my first class any way, so I might as well take the time to brew myself a cuppa joe. I loaded up the cappuccino machine, taking careful measure to double up on the coffee I packed into the little cup. That's right, I'd be having a double-esspresso today! That should give me just enough buzz to get through lunch.

I totally underestimated what 2 months of no caffeine had done to my tolerance for the drug.

Gulping down the equivalent to 4 cups of strong coffee, I headed out the door, noting the time. I had 25 minutes if I wanted to make it to class on time.

Three stoplights, 35 miles of morning traffic, a half-mile uphill hike, and two flights of stairs stood between me and my first class of the day.

What happened next, I can barely remember. It was literally a blur. I recall valleys at 110 miles an hour, afraid to try to push my 305 Chevy Silverado any harder, letting off the gas and coasting up the next hill (slowing to somewhere around 90), scanning the horizon, seeing no cops, and gunning it again.

To be honest, I'm not sure if, by some miracle, I caught every light on green, or if I just flew through them so fast that the red light from them had shifted to the green end of spectrum.

As I slid my butt into my seat, I glanced at my watch. I had 8 minutes to spare before class started. I had run the guantlet in under 18 minutes!

Fast forward to 10 o'clock that night. As my mind finally started to slow down from the days activities, I found myself sitting in a chair in my living room, knees drawn to my chest, rocking back and forth muttering to myself, "never gonna drink coffee again, never, never, never..."

2 days later, thankfully a Saturday, around noon, my body let out a scream of "I GIVE UP" and I barely made it to the bed before every muscle in my body finally said, "screw sleep, let's just lie down."

I woke up Sunday morning around 10, eyed the cappuccino machine, and thought, "Mmmmm, breakfast..."

 

Hahahaha you are a good storyteller. I enjoyed that very much

 

Morning guys *yawn*

 

that story is definitely Rolls worthy. Congratulations on surviving!

 

no matter how many times I hear it or think about it, that thar be some funny stuff!

yes, he is capable of putting quite the right touches on a tale, isn't he?
He should write books or something...

 

good afternoon, young lady!
how are you doing today?

 

There, I fixed that for you.

 

great. now I need eye bleach. and brain bleach.

 

Wow, I'm nearing the .9 k mark!

Before anyone asks, I don't anticipate adding to the UAASCSA thread.