Foggy thoughts as I exit the bed... only perturbed by the cold edges of my kid's toys ruthlessly stabbing my bare feet. My resolve on autopilot, I carry myself to the kitchen, just before sun rays deign light up the place. Mechanically, I spoon black powder, pour down the boiling water from the kettle over it, and throw in a white cube to sweeten the bitter ordeal. A sip. Senses start to slowly infuse my useless torpor. First coffee of the day, once a daily ritual, now a necessity; must probably be the definition of an addiction.
Noon and the third cup already. I consciously refuse to review all the negative effects that over consumption of caffeine must have on me. World consumption trends slightly soothes me. I clearly am not alone in this. I did try to stop, but my social and work life greatly suffered from the lack of concentration and energy.
And Effy in all that? Efficiency being a result, it's heavily dependent on the resources that are fed into the process. So, artificially boosting these resources could drastically improve inefficient processes. As such coffee acts as the perfect orthotics to any human resource based process.