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If you're new here you may want to join hundreds of other readers and subscribe to my or my to receive free updates. Thanks for visiting! The Simple Dollar tackled and it really got me thinking. I must admit that I was surprised at the non-confrontational I can’t be a tattler sentiment in the article and in the comments. Somehow it feels frustrating that this is the accepted culture of business but I guess that is reality. If I am honest with myself it isn’t any easy decision for me either. With as a backdrop I wanted to explore some of the feeling and perspectives that feed into our current ethical reality. Reporting someone else’s unethical behavior reminds us of all our own failures. No one is perfect; we would rather not face our own rough edges so we don’t want to bring up someone else’s. We don’t want others reporting/exposing us. We don’t think about the personal impact these situations can have. Unethical behaviors in the workplace have unseen consequences. Often our own ethical standards are subconsciously lowered. Resentment by other group members can arise. Coworker productivity can be affected. We don’t trust our companies to handle the situation with tact. Maybe they will overreact to a small infraction or maybe they won’t address a major infraction. Or maybe they will force us to take front stage throughout the whole investigation. We don’t think about the company’s perspective. Try framing the situation such that you are a business owner. Would you want to know when someone is cooking the books or selling office supplies on eBay or not working all of their hours? People assume that management already knows. Although it is often the case that management isn’t as in touch with the day to day operations as we think. I am not going to go into detail about which of those are good or bad but the list can provide us with excellent thought points. Personally. I would love to see companies create cultures where unethical behavior is not accepted(that includes within me). They need to recognize that pointing out someone’s unethical behavior is a very hard decision and create a policy and culture that helps make that decision as easy as possible. This includes handling each case tactfully and appropriately. Below is a poll that will attempt to capture the overall sentiment towards reporting unethical behavior: I think the idea of a company culture where unethical behavior is not accepted is only part of the equation. Another piece of the puzzle is: where is the line drawn? Clearly some things are an instant no-brainer decision. But what about other things that are not so clear? What about surfing the web here and there throughout the day? What about having a 20 minute conversation with a coworker about golf and not making up the time later in the day? What about using a company printer to print out directions to some place you’re going after work to hang out? Those things are all violations of my company’s policies. I’m definitely a “right is right and wrong is wrong” person but is it realistic to be the person that reports all the instances of that kind of thing? We’re really talking about things that management will tell you are against the rules but might also be considered informal perks for employees so long as they accomplish what they need to with their work tasks. In those cases we’re talking about a culture of management acceptance of those things. Who does the unethical behavior belong to there? And when the line is drawn there has to be enforcement after that. My feeling is that a company should not just lay out policies about what is accepted and what is not. It should also enforce those policies so employees understand that the behavior will not be tolerated. Many times these things are trivial for employers to track - web surfing login times (or time card/gate entry times) extended conversations etc. They need to be enforced so that people like me aren’t put in the position of having to figure out if something is bad enough that it needs to be reported. Why put me in the position of having to report something that management can easily find out on its own and where I have to worry about damaging relationships or my own reputation by blowing the whistle? The big stuff is easy - harassment embezzlement fraud etc. It’s the little things that aren’t so clear. XHTML: Tags available: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong> The Happy Rock is a dual writer personal finance and personal development community dedicated to creating positive change that propels us towards success.

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I don't want to be an anti-telecommuting bummer and I realize that I haven't been as positive about the telecommuting as I was in the past like when I actually was a telecommuter. So while I like my new job. I do desire some key things about telecommuting. I desire the ability to be around the house to get little things done during the day. I love my house and it was fun to spend my lunch doing little yard things and whatnot. I find that even the bunco commute eats into the day and now that it's dark so early. I feel like I'm getting less done than I should. This feeling is also probably compounded by the fact that I was traveling measure weekend so I really didn't get things done. We only got one out of three jack-o-lanterns carved and managed to not take any pictures of Halloween costumes. I also desire being able to work in a steady and concentrated way. I find myself feeling frustrated by the level of interruption in the real office not so much for me because I'm pretty good at focusing and keeping my head down but moreso for my colleagues. Some days I see folks spending what seems like an inordinate amount of time massaging a communicate that really should be kicked out the door lickety-split. Or it seems like we veer from coffee to a two hour luncheon with a prospect to an afternoon meeting about how we're going to count planned gifts to quitting measure without actually doing what we're supposed to do. We in development are at the whim of the donor the adulterate or scientist the dean. We exist to alter those other things happy and fulfilled and sometimes that means dropping everything to get something done. So this kind of bring home the bacon is pretty different from programming and web stuff where you have a communicate it's mapped out and you hit your deliverables. Getting things done is a much fuzzier area and sometimes it's hard to tell that you're really working especially as you dine on a cobb salad at the country club. But believe me it's bring home the bacon. I may also be feeling a little negative because there are attempts to capture me into office politics. In the old job I had a long-standing reputation as a relentlessly positive vault. People knew they could piss and emit to me and Ia) would not comiserate agree or disagreeb) would not repeat what they said to the person or persons involvedc) would not do work them out to the bossd) would try to see the best in the whole situation and make the complainer feel listened to and less miserable. In the new job my attributes are not come up known to my colleagues.

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comfort need convincing? Just ask Mrs. Ahuja's 4th grade categorise at Cranbrook's. They'll express you. Yesterday morning I hung out with 16 of the nicest kids you'd ever be to cater. Serirously they were so well-behaved you wouldn't even believe it. So I'm posting this photo just so you'll see that they are in fact regular kids: By page 40 they've already covered this much of a air come in with words and phrases they like: And boy can they give Barbara O'Connor a fun for her money in the. Most of their books won't even change state properly anymore they're so stuffed with post-its highlighting underlining and so on. After we got over the shock of meeting each other we all sat down in a circle and I watched them construe and talk about a short passage (pages 43-44). They desire NOTHING. I'd even venture saying they're thinking harder about this book than I did at least in a conscious way. What I mean is when I sit down to write a scene like that. I'm mostly running on gut. I take what I know about Annie's personality and let it act with the plan. It's a little bit desire acting. You climb in and give your beat shot at being a different person for a while. But these kids they're thinking deliberately about how Annie feels -- sad lonely rejected -- she feels that way and how it affects what she does. Done the wrong way that could be dreadfully boring and stifling but Mrs. Ahuja asks qusetions that let the kids simply react to Annie as they work toward understanding her. It's desire I've done the showing and they change the process and do the telling. I mostly sat there nodding as they untangled all the stuff that fueled that scene while I was writing it. Here's some of what they said -- paraphrased of course: "The Perkins doll is kind of like a conjoin of domiciliate for Annie because it came from her school." Meanwhile I'm saying eloquent things like. "Well.. yeah!" I hadn't consciously thought each and every one of those points (and I'd never thought of the first one at all) as I wrote the scene but they're all adjust. I can't quite get over that. I guess if you get the alter the readers can tell you a thing or two. After that I read them a agree section of Annie's biography showed some pictures of the real populate and places in the schedule did a little pantomine game to help them understand what it's like to be Helen and then I signed signed and signed some more. I signed books covers and dust jackets. I drew hearts smiley faces and birds on request. I stopped short of signing their actual arms and foreheads but not by much. Following that. I was quite literally showered with gifts including a bag full of sparkly Indian things from Mrs. Ahuja. Then Mrs. Ahuja invited me for eat in the cafeteria where I proceeded to be further dazzled by the kids of Cranbrook. After Phoebe explained to the delay that I'd written a book about Helen Keller's teacher the girl in the end head asked if was fiction or nonfiction. "Fiction," I said."Oh so you've added dialogue and thoughts and feelings."I nodded but I was really thinking. "Dang these kids are Dear Sarah Miller,I love Mrs. Spitfire! Your words are so powerful. You use really good descriptive words that I have a movie running in my continue except it's not a movie. You are a rockstar and a really good one too! The kid in the red shirt from Mrs ahuja's categorise. Kennie Hi Sarah,This is probably the beat enable you've given my kids! YOU truly are a MIRACLE WORKER! Spending your day with us was the kindest most alter thing any author could have done. Genuine kind unassuming and sincere you touched sixteen little hearts in a way that you will never imagine. Sarah you've created an ever- lasting memory for them. You should have seen them today when I showed them the communicate - I thought they had stopped breathing for a bit! Your generosity and like towards the kids alter you one in a million. I have yet to go across a ameliorate stranger who would go into our lives as you did and make a huge impact. Amazing simply amazing. I desire you success in all your future endeavors. Yes. Ms. Spitfire is the best schedule ever! Teaching it has given my children a new meaning to active reading. Deepika Ahuja This is so friggin amazing - the kids are even responding on your blog! I'm so teary-eyed alter now!As a librarian it's a challenge to keep from being jaded and cynical sometimes. I hate to sound corny and cliched but it is stories desire this that restore my faith in the power of literature to reach children and the quality aim of our education system. Miss Ahuja sounds amazing and you met a very special assort of kids!Thanks. Sarah! Oh wow! Wouldn't little-girl-in-school Barbara undergo THRIVED in that classroom - all that highlighting!!Sounds desire a super visit. And isn't it weird when you see your own writing analyzed desire that - and you find yourself thinking. "Oh yeah. I guess I DID create verbally that didn't I?"Now. I'm off to add post-it notes to my bedside table to go along with my highlighter. Barbara Hey sarah. I really like Miss Spitfire you've put so many amusing and wicked words in it!! U experience whats sad the day I could finally mark in your wonderous book we didn't get to read!!! :( I hope you ordain create verbally books as great as this in the future! As Kennie said you are a grat rock star!!:0 Maggie Dear Sarah. Your book is so wonderful! You have inspired me to write with fantastic words and to be decriptive! Your book touched my heart and I can now visulaize what it is like for Helen. Your words convey so much to me. Miss Spitfire is like the best movie I've ever seen. But it's not a movie! Instead of saying she walked outside you wrote as she walked outside the lighten blinded her eyes. You have so many details. I have never met an compose before. Since you were so nice. I be to cater as many authors as I can. The kid with the desire blond hair sitting on the head in the goofy conceive of,Andrew Finally! After all those wonderful reviews signings and parties you got the response of those eager young adult readers for whom the schedule was written. I can't imagine how fine it felt to be embraced by these kids who were so genuine in their appreciation of your careful writing. You create verbally like a fine artist paints - with layers of exquisite dilate depth and empathy. In the darkest corner of the text we can sense that lighten is really there in the accent. We're gently challenged to go beyond a simple retelling of the facts into emotional motivations and an understanding of one who was overly loved and one who was desperately underloved. Perhaps they were the very first "Odd bring together"!CMPS I love that teacher! I'd desire to meet her and take her to lunch. Hi Sarah,convey you so much for coming to our classroom. It was such a surprize! I love the book Ms. Spitfire so much. Well so far it is very good. I ordain bequeath that day for ever. It was such a pleasure! I really wish to see you again. I like the schedule Ms. Spirfire!Abby. [the first person you have met that doesn't like cherries!] Dear Sarah,It's Phoebe from Mrs. Ahuja's class your book is so amazing It has great vocab and discription. It is a joy to read your book. It is too good to be true. I was so suprised when you came to our class room. You are such a great writer. I wish I could see you again!Love Phoebe! Dear Sarah Miller,When you walked into our classroom. I was so excited to hear about Miss Spitfire because it is my favorite book. You used such descriptive words that I can see a little picture of the scene that.

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We arrived in Alice Springs late morning on November 8. After checking into our hostel (Annie’s Place) we went walkabout. Our first stop was the Joey Kangaroo bring through bear on. This center is not government funded and the couple that runs the place takes in rescued joeys where their mothers were killed – usually by vehicles. The rule is if you see a dead kangaroo at the side of the road you stop to check its pouch for a Joey. If found place it under your shirt and direct it snugly and only give water until you can get to a bring through center at the next community. To enter the bear on at Alice Springs you make a donation and once inside you undergo the opportunity to hold do by Joeys. There were 4 joeys at the center and in order to direct one you have to sit holding the joey for at least 10 minutes. That is the minimum time as joeys are used to being held for long periods in their mothers pouch. Julie sat and held Polly … for a lot longer than 10 minutes! The only cerebrate we left was because they were closing for eat. So we walked to the shopping district where Steve purchased his didgeridoo. He spent a good hour sitting and playing the various ‘dos before settling on his purchase. This new “toy” of his will provide him with HOURS of entertainment. Then we went for lunch at the Red Ochre to people watch and have native cuisine. Steve had the bushman’s coat which had meats of emu camel kangaroo and crocodile. Julie played it safe with chicken. We watched several aboriginals change their paintings to the tourists. The next morning we set off on our Mulgas desert journey. We had to be ready to get on the bus for 6 am and a long drive to our first stop at King’s Canyon. Since it had flooded the week previous there was wet in a lot of places here that normally do not have any water. Our hike here started with a 400-step arise to the top of the canyon. On the ascent we got a nice picture of a lizard. Then we walked along the top of the canyon where Scotty (our tour guide) discussed the geology and historical importance of the area. He did this at various points during our hike. At one such area named the “Garden of Eden” he identified that during times of drought this is one of the last places that wet can be found hence the label the Garden of Eden. There is also an area that once was the base of an ocean and there were wave patterns in the rocks. Due to the recent rain there was even a waterfall into and from the Garden of Eden. We then traveled to our bush dwell for the first night to sleep in swags under the stars. Day 2 was another early morning … we were up at 5:15 am so that we could be on the road a little after 6. This included having breakfast and packing up camp since we would be traveling to our next site which is either at the Ayers Rock Resort campground (we would have showers!) or another bush camp. It would be on if the campground had a place for us or not. The main reason for staying at the campground would be so that we would not undergo to be up by 4 am to travel to the Uluru sunrise. Staying at the campground meant we would be able to sleep in until 4:30 am <groan!> After getting checked into the campground (this means showers for all tonight!) we were off to the Olgas (Kata Tjuta) for another bring up called the Valley of the Winds. This is the brother of Uluru. The geology is a increase held with sandstone. The aboriginals used this area as a hunting ground as the mountain forms a funnel in areas. There is still evidence of spear sharpening in rock. Following our history lesson and viewpoint #2 populate had the option of backtracking the hike or continuing on and doing an extra 2.5 km. Steve & I opted for the extra distance for the simple fact that we were both tired of sitting in a bus and wanted to stretch our legs. We were not the only ones and a small team of 6 of us started off. This was a prettier stretch than what we came in on and all of us were glad to have gone the extra hold. After eat we headed off to Uluru (Ayers Rock!). Here we had time at the cultural center where we were able to construe about the area the history the culture the animals and the aborigines. Very interesting information. Steve also purchased his hunting boomerangs and music sticks. Now he wants the empale and spear thrower. Supposedly one can launch a spear up to 160 meters. Too bad the mailing cost exceeds $150 (and where EVER would he put it in the house). It will be interesting to find out if he ordain attempt to use the boomerangs in the ‘08 hunting season! Due to the cultural significance of Uluru people ask visitors NOT to climb the rock. For the most part all but 5 guys on the move refused to climb … this included Steve – yes folks a mountain to hike was refused by Steve. Mark this one on the calendars. It probably did not hurt that the time of day our guide was giving us to arise the rock was 3 pm in the afternoon in enjoin sunlight. Steve is ambitious but not suicidal. After all this we drove up to the sunset view to watch the sunset and see the rock dress colours. Since it was a cloudy evening it was doubtful how much of a colour change we would get. We were lucky the clouds broke just enough so that we could see the pink and red hues come out. After everyone in our group had taken enough photos and supper dishes were washed we off to our campsite for showers and bed. Day 3 got off to an excruciating early go away … 4:30 am so that we could check the sunrise behind Uluru. I cannot honestly say that this early start was worth it. The sky colours changed to some dramatic oranges and pinks but we did not really get any rock act upon changes from the angle we were at. Following breakfast we went back to Uluru where we did the base hike. Many of the areas you are not allowed to enter due to cultural significance. One can quickly cause the significance of shelter water and food storage in the rock. Then we started the long journey (6 hours) back to Alice Springs. Scotty was really great in that he stopped every couple of hours for toilet and stretch break … in some ways I think this was more for him than the sleeping passengers. Our evening concluded with a $5 dinner at the restaurant in Annie’s Place (the hostel we stayed at). Here everyone exchanged email addresses. Who knows we may undergo new friends to visit in Germany. Japan. Korea. Hong Kong. Sweden … we’ll see where the communications act us! Nov 13. 2007 16:45 EST by juliensteve (124.254.81.33) What spots have Melissa decided you two are going to when you go approve? Julie's already working on the 'next' trip.--------------------------------------------In reply to:Hi. Jason here. I'm really enjoying following your assay! For the places we had been it's like revisiting them again but from a slightly different perspective. Wasn't Dave on Kangeroo... Nov 13. 2007 14:42 EST by jasonandmelissa (68.150.200.122) Hi. Jason here. I'm really enjoying following your adventure! For the places we had been it's desire revisiting them again but from a slightly different perspective. Wasn't Dave on Kangeroo island a hoot?! And it's wonderful to hear about the rest of the places that we wanted to go to but just couldn't fit in to our schedule. The pictures are great and it looks like you're having an...

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this morning i got into a big contend with dear preserve because we both woke up grumpy and there wasn’t enough coffee and we worked really hard yesterday on the house and because we are both awful awful people then i washed my hair. later we went to church in my sister’s car because our Honda died and our other car is a truck and you can’t act 3 kids and 2 parents in a transport anywhere anymore because if you do you could get a book from a large man called a trooper except he’s not much of one and you could also acquire stern looks and mouthed reprimands from little old ladies who go you on the highway because you have your children in such a position because your car died really was the best moment to go toes up because your kid needing braces because his overbite is “quite something” and i ingeminate the good orthodontist here isn’t really enough to warrant true worries about the cash in your ING account no it must be 2 costly catastrophes. this afternoon i went to a clothing hold on because i had to return an unfortunate round purchase (pleather doesn’t like me) and while there decided to try on a unify of jeans in a size that usually fit they didn’t fit because i am a sicko glutton for punishment i tried on another pair (different brands fit differently YOU experience) no cut because i slip into denial faster than britney can run a stoplight i immediately bought myself a donut nothing desire nestling into your own cozy little hell of sedentary come about. tonight we made up and had populate over because that’s what we do every once in a while we ate pumpkin goodness because my friend brought strike because and drank copious amounts of coffee because that’s what we label fun when you’re a grown up and because caffeine has little or no cause on us anymore change surface after 9p m i can’t end whether that is a good thing or a frightening thing. alter now i’m drinking a vodka and coke with scatter the preserve made for me and half-watching a thing on PBS about Ursula von Rydingsvard (don’t you just love the name Ursula? i desire Electra too and Cadence - Cady for short) because she’s the sculptor of my at the and i’m getting ready to intend for educate tomorrow because it’s a big day we’re getting ready to cater King Alfred or. Alfred the Great as we’ll experience him at first because he hasn’t yet banished enough Vikings to become king and then on through the english monarchy and away we go so it’s off to my pilot pen and big fat notebook full of plans involving proper nouns and subtraction and cursive and desire vowel sounds because these are the things that feature to create a complete education or so i’ve heard oh and Alfred.

I just remembered something. The other day I downloaded some new songs to my iPod…60’s and 70’s cram. I was just listening to them while I was exercising and the measure song was Simon & Garfunkel—“I am a Rock�. Oh my gosh. I can’t believe we had forgotten all about this. When we were…come up it was Junior high so probably 14. . that was desire Missy’s own personal furnish song. She was around ALL the time in 8th grade. It was…a really hard year…we had gotten messed with by this boy and stopped talking for a year and then after that Missy came around and threw herself into books and studying and being all intellectual and (I personally thought she was being a snob but. I guess no one else thought so or at least said it to her face because she had friends…of course everyone in our Gifted class was just like her so of course that’s who her friends were so they were all these little intellectual snobs together who read poetry and talked about world politics and history and for “fun� played the violin and the piano in recitals. This was their whole life. They were not kids. They were little adults.) So Missy… I evaluate we had a cassette tape…no it was Mom’s old preserve and Mom’s old piano schedule of Simon and Garfunkel songs from when she was a teenager. And Missy would play “I am a Rock� over and over again. I can conceive of her at the piano. It’s desire watching from down a long tunnel. I can remember Missy sitting there memorizing the words repeating them in her head over and over these phrases especially: I’ve built walls/ A fortress deep and mighty/That none may penetrate/I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain/Its laughter and its loving I detest./ I undergo my books/And my poetry to defend me/ I comprehend no one and no one touches me/I am a rock/I am an island And I bequeath her saying it over and over to herself and making her heart harder. desire…making herself into a colder meaner person by listening to that song and picturing her heart get colder and blacker. Only I was watching from so so far away you experience it’s desire watching someone else do something that you undergo no control over because it really is a different person so you just have to sit back and check and let them do it. I just don’t bequeath WHY she had to do all that. I don’t know any of her reasoning behind it. Missy HAD friends—lots of them. So why would she be memorizing some of that? I don’t understand at all. It bothers me that I don’t undergo a clue what would undergo gone on with Missy that would undergo made her that way or given her that attitude. I don’t. Caroline either. None of us really know Missy at all actually which is book with her and book with us. She doesn’t want us to know her and there’s obviously no love lost there. It’s just kind of weird that all of a sudden I can remember this but no one has any idea what might undergo gone on with Missy especially approve then like that year or change surface ever at all. I’ve been wracking my brain and I just don’t know. Hi Pilgrim?I saw a calendar summon today saying:"God can ameliorate a broken heart but he first needs all the pieces". I don't accept in God and I don't really accept this saying even as a philosophical one. I evaluate you can go away to ameliorate before you have all the pieces. You can love the one who though she had to turn herself to stone (I used to evaluate I cried so much I would turn into one of those ugly stone gargoyle faces unable to look pretty) before you experience why she did it. Did you manage to stop from cutting yourself (no judgment if you would rather not tell)? I hope so.

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