Conversation with He-boss via the phone on Tuesday:

He-boss: Hi my hero.
Me: Hi. (laughing) What a nice thing to say.
He-boss: Well you my hero, most of the time.
Me: (still laughing)  well, yeah maybe maybe
He-boss: you are.
Me: (giggling) Yeah, I guess so… ok, what do you want?
He-boss: Can you do me a favour?
Me: Yeah, sure. What?
He-boss: I have two routers that need to be sent, express over night. The client needs new ones.
Me: oh yeah, they lost the one they already got. Weed-head told me.
He-boss: Can you take care of it?
Me: of course. I can do it. I have to go to the post-office anyway, so just toss them over to me and I’ll do it.
He-boss: good. It has to be express over night. I don’t have the time to do it, so it’s nice that you can do it. You can go half an hour earlier or something if you want to.
Me: mhm. I’ll go.

My hero? It’s so obvious that he was sucking up prior to his question. No camouflage at all!

I wonder if he thinks I’m buying into it; that I fall for it. I don’t. Not at all. I think it’s nice and funny that he does it, but it doesn’t affect what I do or don’t do.

Do I say that to him? Of course not, that I keep a secret. It feels good to be called a hero, even if he only does it to suck up. So why let him know I don’t buy into his sweet talk, when the risk is that I lose the positive feedback?

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.

Hi and welcome to my chaos at work. In this blog I’m going to write about all the crazy things going on at work. There is a lot. Since I love writing and work is chaotic, this is a golden opportunety to united the two things into a blog.

So, before I start, let me introduce you to some of my coworkers.

• Pennysaver: Female boss. She is a moeny-saver and likes to boss around.
• He-boss: My male  boss. thinks that things can be done in seconds, when it really takes hours. He’s married to Pennysaver.
• G*Star: head of support. The one I bond with and have lunch with. We gossip and discuss all sort of work related things.
• the Kid: works at support. Acts very childish and have a houmor like a 4 year old. Poop, pee and barf is funny!
• The mother: accountant. She’s the oldest, 50 years old. Bright smile and pleasent to work with.
• Loudy: technical guy, talks really loud all the time. You hear him everywhere.
• Weed-head: technical / support guy I work with. A lazyboy and quite annoying to work with from time to time. Smoke weed.
• Mohawk: head of sales. Visionary guy who talks loudly.
• Moon: sales guy. Nice guy, easy to work with. Hopeless in work-related parties. Always very drunk and transforms into a attention-whore who have to moon at least once during the party!