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I'm not an addict - am I?

My first month as full time employee is over and things are going pretty well. Work is currently quite easy going. I have time to improve things. Most likely it will be worthless when the think-tanks behind the projects create new requirements, but that's ok, because I now get salary. The freshly graduated students I know all go the same prestige-track: first they buy a new computer. I did it, too, for my old one was barely working since I drowned it once during a legen-dary story (Hälsningar till Mainz, lil åpa). Considering the law of freshly graduated students a flat television in a minimum size of 60" will follow, right after a new by-far-too-expensive car and right before the super-duper dolby soround audio system with playstation 3 which gets lost in the living hall of my new huge single-appartment. I - dont - think - so. Instead I asked for holidays and I hope to get a response, soon. If everything goes well, I will escape the summer for two weeks in July.
As I said, work goes fine. In the beginning days were passing slowly - until I got friends with the global employee-drug: coffee. I never liked it, despite when I was at work. At Fraunhofer a coffee always meant a break from work and a funny chat with the co-workers. A warmly welcomed change from patterned thinking required by programming. But coffee at Atos can be accessed any time and you usually drink it at your desk or where ever you want. Like once at Fraunhofer I had to get used to the frequent bad taste, but sugar and milk helped and I soon started to appriciate the benefit: time flies! In two days I became the one of the team with the highest coffee consumption. I have to admit after lunch I feel like a jumping rubber ball, but still: time flies. Work tasks feel shorter and quickly done. However, once I am member of this addicted community again, I miss one thing: fika. A relaxed fika round. With a coffe and a kanelbulle. Too bad, we do not have departments in Sweden...

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