I love my job, most of my colleagues and what I do. But sometimes, I feel like I’m close to go insane. There are some areas where Pennysaver can’t seem to decide what to do. She decides something and then a few months later, she changes her mind and find out she wants things differently. And when that affects me, I can’t do anything else than sigh out loud.

Lunch and bread! Would you believe there could so much hassle regarding it? I couldn’t. But now I know it can. Nothing surprises me anymore!

Let me take it from the start. We have two kitchens; one for each office. And in the kitchen we have a freezer and a fridge. Way back in time, when we only were a few people working in this office, we bought bread almost every day.

As we grew and employed more people we changed how to do it. Once a week (or so) I went to the grocerystore and bought bread to put in the freezer. Our freezer can take about 11 -13 bread depends on the size of the bread.

After a while Pennysaver found out we should buy everything online. That was the best solution. We ordered and they came and delivered everything the next day. When we had done that for a while, Pennysaver found out that costed too much. The groceries were too pricy. I agree on that. There could be a lot to save if we bought everything in a regular store. So she decided we should do that.

I did that for a short amount of time. But soon it became clear to me that it was just a lot of hassle doing it that way. I, one single person, couldn’t handle that many groceries on one time. I got only two hands. So after some discussion, she decided I could do whatever I wanted as long as I didn’t spent more money than a certain amount. I was shocked! She gave me power to do what I thought was best!

So I decided to buy bread online and the rest in a grocerystore. I’ve been doing that for some time now and it works fine. I’m happy and everybody else is happy.

Or is everybody happy?

Today Pennysaver approached me and asked if we could try buying fresh bread every day. I said “of course, we can try that” and put on a big smile to hide how in despair I was. I was almost ready to rip her apart, but didn’t show my feelings to her.

How is it possible to make such fuzz about such a small thing? Why can’t we decide something and then stick to it?!

I discussed it with my colleague G*Star about it and tried to figure out what motivated this move. I said it could have something with money, but G*Star came up with a different theory. Pennysaver adores our relatively new head-of-sales, the Mohawk, and it seems like his words is her law. So G*Star thinks Mohawk has complained / talked to her about “the bread-situation” since we were out of bread this morning, and suggested to have fresh bread every day.

And when she said that, it made completely sense.

I wonder how long this routine will go on before someone comes up with a “better” idea.