Having Lasagna for lunch counts as working out, right?

One of the meetings yesterday was between our CEO and the members of my team. Joe and Alex have been fairly vocal about their unhappiness as of late and Martin (our CEO) wanted to discuss it. We talked about the individual items that were contributing to their unhappiness, the ways we can go about solving the issues, etc. The consternation isn’t limited to Joe and Alex, of course, but they are some of the only people voicing their unhappiness in public. In this case “in public” means in my office, with the door open, while other people walk by and wonder what all the commotion is about.

Today our office manager wanted to take my entire team out to lunch, presumably so she could add her two bits to the ongoing conversation. I told her I thought it was a bad idea, but she still wanted to do it. I imagine her boss (our director of HR/Operations) put her up to it, because it seemed fairly out of place for her to even take a break for lunch.

Joe called in sick today, so it was just me, Alex, and Tracy. I drove us all to Spaghetti Factory. I had the Lasagna, a garden salad with pesto dressing, and a bunch of the complimentary sourdough bread.

The lunch conversation was sort of interesting. We only spoke briefly about the issues facing my team, before Tracy vented a bit of her own steam. Alex seemed to be in a better place today, so maybe it was helpful after all. I hope so.

On a side note, both Alex and I were extremely sore today. I think this is the worst of the pain from our pathetic leg workout on Tuesday. Hopefully I’ll feel like swimming again by tomorrow morning.