It started in culinary where you could take a few breaks over the shift to go out to smoke. Nowadays, it's an excuse to go out at the odd hour. Oddly enough, though, today, I realized that it's like a grown man blankie that used be a lot more acceptable. It's a crutch, and a cancerous one at that.
I'm a social miscreant in different ways between two cultures, so there's something so appealing about doing something so terribly unproductive and detrimental.
Still, I can't afford to make this into a habit, so I'm going to make it public. I'm smoking again. I will and must stop completely at some point to ensure my health and finances remain in order. Somehow, I will have to reconcile or better deal with my failings to apply to either culture in a better way. I suspect it will take a pack or two to get there.