All my friend’s parents smoked when I was younger, but mine didn’t so I always associated the smell of cigarettes with meeting my friends. I absolutely hate the smell today, but I still get a flash of nostalgia when I smell cigarette smoke.
There is one specific cigarette that reminds me of my first boss when I got into IT. She mentored me for a few years and taught me so much about being in IT, and more generally in a professional environment. My entire career up to this point has been built on the foundation she built. I’m just below a C level position now and I’m not even 30 yet.
But I’ve long since forgotten what cigarettes she smoked, and it’s been a few years since I’ve stopped myself. But every once and a while I meet someone who smokes them and the smell will shunt me back to that first shitty job and everything that’s happened since then. It’s like when Ego tries the food at the end of Ratatouille.
I used to loathe the smell of ciggies, especially when it lingered in fabrics and on surfaces. My parents didn’t smoke and I knew it was bad for people.
All my friend’s parents smoked when I was younger, but mine didn’t so I always associated the smell of cigarettes with meeting my friends. I absolutely hate the smell today, but I still get a flash of nostalgia when I smell cigarette smoke.
There is one specific cigarette that reminds me of my first boss when I got into IT. She mentored me for a few years and taught me so much about being in IT, and more generally in a professional environment. My entire career up to this point has been built on the foundation she built. I’m just below a C level position now and I’m not even 30 yet.
But I’ve long since forgotten what cigarettes she smoked, and it’s been a few years since I’ve stopped myself. But every once and a while I meet someone who smokes them and the smell will shunt me back to that first shitty job and everything that’s happened since then. It’s like when Ego tries the food at the end of Ratatouille.
I used to loathe the smell of ciggies, especially when it lingered in fabrics and on surfaces. My parents didn’t smoke and I knew it was bad for people.
Now I like the smell of fresh ciggies :/