Methinks Me Might Hurl

Right before the holidays we all had our annual reviews and the topic about how to improve our department was brought up. We shared our ideas with our VP and then she informed us that the best way to discuss these ideas would be to meet over lunch. But not just any lunch. A carb fueled Italian bonanza lunch from Maggiano’s. And she didn’t just get some wimpy spaghetti and meatballs. No, my VP went and ordered Caesar salad, Garlic bread and Fettuccini with broccoli and chicken. It was delicious.

After we were done eating I came back to my desk and tried to focus on getting the few last tasks of the day done.

No luck.

As much as I adore Fettuccini Alfredo once I eat it something magical happens. It no longer is a pasta but some sort of leaden concrete that sinks to the bottom of my stomach and makes me feel like I have swallowed a bowling ball. And as any of you know if you are super-full then the chance of you getting anything productive done becomes slim to none. I have a half hour of work left and all I want to do is zone out concentrate on digesting.

I’d write more but even writing about the lunch is wearing on me.

~ The Office Scribe