Why do things have to change?

If you are around me for very long, you come to realize that I don't exactly embrace change.  Change that I initiate is usually okay, but changes that are put upon me are not accepted with great ease.  I mention this because today I was reminded of how even small changes really throw me off. 

When I started my current job, I quickly fell in love with the grilled chicken sandwich in the cafeteria.  It was flavorful, juicy, served on this great multi grain bun, and you get very tasty seasoned waffle fries with it.  I don't buy my lunch very often, so it's a treat when I need to go downstairs and buy and this chicken sandwich was my go to.  Yesterday, I happily went down to buy my lunch and was a little disturbed when the guy who usually takes my order at the grill line by making a sweeping gesture with his hand and saying, "lady" with a lovely European accent was not there.  I started to ask about him, but decided it was crowded and he was probably just on vacation.  I ordered my sandwich from new guy and noticed that he did not make it the same way.  I thought long and hard about pointing this out to him, but decided that nobody likes to be told how they are doing it all wrong.  I was extremely disappointed when I bit into my sandwich and realized that it just didn't taste as good and definitely was not as juicy as it normally is.  

So today I needed to buy my lunch again (we had a shortage of leftovers at home) and when I saw my guy was not at the grill line I knew it had to be something other than my sandwich.  I decided on pizza and was so surprised when my guy smiled and said, "lady" as he took my order.  I couldn't help but point out to him that he was no longer at the grill.  He acknowledged this and then like a small child I had to tell him that the other guy doesn't know how to make the sandwich like he does.  He politely smiled and told me that he is now at the Italian station.  Part of me wanted to point out to him just how much I love the sandwich he makes and how I need that to look forward to, but held back when I noticed all the people waiting in line behind me wanting me to shut up and take my food. 

So now I have this feeling of loss because I know that my beloved chicken sandwich has changed. and not for the better.