If it's in you to climb...

...then climb you must.
And there's your little bit of Emily of New Moon for today.

Michael Porter is a genius. If and when I open my clothing boutique slash pizza plus techie store (called either Radio Bungalow or Pizza Shack; dig it) slash CPA office, his ideas in his article on strategy are going to be like my Bible!
Aside from the actual Bible.
But really- they're that valuable.
And you can't go wrong with a name like Mike. ;)

I was just kidding about the Pizza Bungalow thing. It was a spoof idea from combining Pizza Hut and Radio Shack into one pizza-eating phone-shopping endeavor. I actually haven't done enough market research to support the creation of such an enterprise, but feel free to capitalize on this idea.

You're welcome.

Mike doesn't have a microwave. One time, I had to pop popcorn at my house and then bring it to his house to watch a movie. Another time, he ordered pizza for Monday night football and had to eat cold leftovers all week because he had no way to reheat it.
And he wasn't about to grill a piece of pizza.
So since Mike Sr. was at said Monday night football night, he is now sending Mike Jr. a money order so he can buy a microwave. I told Mike that these funds were "restricted" because he can't spend the money on anything else but a microwave, since it's not in unreserved fund balance.
Governmental "humor".

Last night, I had a tax dream nightmare about missing my tax exam.
As if the test this morning wasn't nightmarish enough.

Dear people who come to the front desk:
Don't be mad at me! I don't control when the administrators take lunch breaks! And if I did, they'd be 30 minutes and staggered.
Instead of 1 hour 15 minutes and simultaneous. (true story)
I have a whole BOX full of suggestions for improving Georgia Southern.
Well, actually, right now it's just a list.
But I could put that list in a box, then I'll put that box inside of another box, and then I'll mail that box to myself, and when it arrives!??!?!
I'LL SMASH IT WITH A HAMMER!!!!!!!!!

And then they decide to vacuum the lobby in the middle of the afternoon.
What. The. Heck.

I'm so glad today is Tuesday. A nice, easy, corpulent Tuesday.
My Canadian teacher says Wednesday with three syllables.
Except he does this weird thing with the "nes" part, so it sounds like Wed-ens-day.
But maybe the rest of us are weird by pronouncing it like Wens-day.
Wednesday is a weird word.
And my Intermediate II professor says bolth.
Especially when he's talking about using bolth the gross and net methods for recording sales.

I hate when people find out that I'm "smart" and then they ask, "Yo momma smart, too?"
What am I supposed to say to that?
"No; my parents are idiots, but they raised me to be a fetching genius."
Yes, of course my mum is smart.
And stop asking me dumb questions.

Food for eating: Banana nut muffins.

Food for thought: Ethics training. Can you really train someone to know the difference between right and wrong to guide them into choosing the right when faced with temptation? Or is ethics something with which you're born and raised? Is strengthened when ethical choices yield positive reinforcement or weakened when temptation triumphs and actions aren't punished?
Are companies wasting thousands of dollars in ethics training programs only to be swindled out of even more money by the employees who ignore the training?
Is the training even effective?
Wouldn't they just be better off hiring "good" people instead of spending money in an attempt to turn their employees to be ethical?
And what makes you consider a "good" person good?

I could go on and on with the questions, if I wanted to. Then I could conduct a bunch of research with snazzy statistics, write a whole research paper, (maybe even enroll in a PhD program so I could use this for my thesis), get peer-reviewed, and then get published!

But I'd rather just think about it and eat banana nut muffins.

Please let me know if anyone got the Emperor's New Groove reference,
TWS