Business ethics, Part 1

Thank you, Bush administration. I’ve just been required to spend the most mind-numbing couple of hours carefully reading page after page of ethical guidelines. Rules that should be blatantly obvious to anyone with any ethical sense whatsoever. It’s all about ensuring that I don’t do things like take Dick Cheney out to the Country Club in order to get juicy government contracts on a no-bid basis, or organize a price-fixing system to defraud California.

Diet Vanilla Coke

I have a bottle of Diet Vanilla Coke. I didn’t buy it; peapod.com included it in our order as a free sample. I don’t drink Coke. Don’t like the stuff. But I’ve tried Vanilla Coke, and the added vanilla makes it bearable. I don’t drink diet drinks at all, though. Nevertheless, I’m tempted to drink the bottle of Diet Vanilla Coke. Because I’m too cheap to let free food or drink go to waste.

Another sleepless night

Again Ryan has woken me up with his snoring. It’s quieter today, but not quiet enough. I’m going to go have an early breakfast, then when I get back I’ll wake him up in an annoyingly cheery and unsympathetic manner, upload a couple of LJ entries, then wander off to the 08:00 kick-off presentation—four hours of morale-building talk from senior executives. Kill me now. Last night was the opening beach party, on the fake Disney beach near the hotel.