Work made me into a coffee drinker. Specifically, one job did. From 1986 to 1987 I worked in the engineering department at WHCT-TV (channel 18), an independent UHF TV station in Hartford, Connecticut.
It seems that after spending millions to build the station, the owners had little money left to buy decent programming. My workday started at 7 A.M., and having to keep an eye on really low-grade (even by commercial TV standards) TV programming that early in the morning was like having a job counting sheep and drinking warm milk. So that started my regular caffeine habit.
One morning I came in suffering from a cold and went straight to the lunch room to get some hot coffee. With my nasal congestion I couldn't detect the burned smell in the air, and I poured some coffee into a styrofoam cup. The overnight guys had apparently left the pot on the heater all night, and I didn't realize that until I poured some milk into my cuppa joe and the coffee didn't even change color. Eww. 20W-50 coffee. No thanks.
The office coffee here at QSC isn't too bad, but I'll only drink it with milk, half & half, or cream; it's not good enough to drink black. I don't like non-dairy creamer; they always leave a gooey feeling and aftertaste in my mouth, especially the powder. Disneyland uses non-dairy creamer powder as fuel for the fire-breathing dragon in its "Phantasmic" show, and I think that's a more valid application for the vile stuff.