As per He-Whose-Name-Shall-Not-Be-Disclosed's nagging, here is my Business Ethics timed essay typed up. I really wouldn't use this essay as a definitive guide though - it did get a (low) C, but like, I did next to no revision beforehand, and I was just writing whatever came to my mind in the short time we had to write, so I have no idea which points are valid and which are just a load of crap. The teacher didn't give much comment. Nonedaless, enjoy!



'Religious Ethics is not the best approach to business.' Discuss.


Some see Christian ethics as the best approach to business, and some do not. Both sides have plenty of material to bolster their arguments.


The Bible is the foundation of Christian ethics - both the Old and New Testaments. Leviticus is one book that provides ethical direction to businesses. It promotes justice, honesty and fairness in business - valuable virtues for business owners to have, which if maintained should help build healthy relationships between business and consumer, and the greatest happiness for all involved. Many prophets in the Old Testament give ethical teachings on business - like Amos, who spoke out about the unfair treatment of the poor by the rich. The New Testament says to treat others as you want to be treated. All these teachings applied to the business world do work in principle, but they may not be ideal in today's world, where much has changed since biblical times.


It is important to cite Jesus, who said, "Give to Caeser what is Caeser's", but in moderation. That is, do your duty for the business, but maintain an ethical stance and do not feed the business more than it needs - especially not at the expense of slaves, for example. This seems a fair teaching, and a beneficial one too, but in reality, the typical business has only its own interest at heart, and if the mistreatment of persons overseas will be advantageous, it will very likely be done.


One of the main missions of Christianity is to build the Kingdom of God, and it is a Christian's duty to contribute to this mission. It is believed that everyone is equal in the Kingdom of God, and since businesses are built on a hierarchy (the producers, the laborers, the consumers, the managers), it does not seem at all possible for the two to co-exist. Hierarchy plays a huge and irreplaceable role in the business world, and although without it there may be more equality, a business does not function without a hierarchy.


Christian ethics support whistle blowing sometimes. If it is done in the interest of morality, and it is done honestly, under Christianity it is good. Christianity holds the sanctity of life doctrine in very high esteem, and if whistle blowing is done to preserve and enhance life, then it is good.


One blaring weakness of Christian ethics is that it relies on an existence of God. Even if it is the best approach to business, it will never have the ears of every single person in charge of a business, because not every single person is a theist.


Of course, if perhaps Christian ethics were to be disguised, the maxim of the New Testament "Treat others as you want to be treated" could be an attractive one to many business owners.

[Incomplete. Didn't know what else to write, toloco.]

Why do I never think before I act.............

Still can't believe I can finally vote! But who do I vote for? I took that quiz on whoshouldyouvotefor.com, and this is what happened:


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...Well the picture won't upload. So it said:

Green: 35
Liberal Democrat: 29
Labour: 28
Independent: 5
UKIP: 4
Conservative: -28









Ziggy's mum is Pikachu.

Whaiiiii is the application process for an apprenticeship so time consuming! I've only managed to send off two so far, because it just takes so dogdamn long.

My YouTube channel btw, if anyone's interested: http://www.youtube.com/user/thenameaintjim?feature=mhee

I don't have any proper videos on there, but like, recommend me stuff to watch or summin' or nuffin'?

Just been jerked from a nice dream and having to sit here now until f*ck knows what time because my arsehole of a neighbour either still hasn't heard of headphones, or he just doesn't care because he has zero consideration whatsoever for the person cursed with a bedroom just a few feet from his. He really is the bane of my life, and there's nothing I want more than to pack up and leave and never have to see his face again for as long as I live. I mean, don't get me wrong, the house itself is great - couldn't be better! - but I have enough trouble sleeping without some misogynist on loudspeaker at stupid o'clock on a school night rapping about his haul of bitches and what they all like to get up to after hours.

I'll never get my head round this deification of sleep. It's just a chore to me, and if I could make the decision to go without it for the rest of my life, I would in a heartbeat.

So... er... yeah. That's about it really. I know my latest posts have been a bit grim - sorry about that, guiz. My life really isn't half as bad as I sometimes make it out to be. I'm in no place to complain, tbh, should be grateful for what I've got. I just find the bad news to be more noteworthy than the good, y'knaw?

I love all these Pokémemes - so-ah-funny!

It would be nice to decide for myself when I go to bed on a Friday or Saturday night. It's not ideal having to sit alone in my room till about 4am just waiting for what sounds like World War 3 outside to end. Have these people never heard of headphones?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fWNaR-rxAic&ob=av2e

Such a catchy song!

I've been thinking a lot lately, and I think a failure to communicate effectively on my part is the reason why almost everyone thinks I'm stupid. I can't speak to save my life - and by that I mean say anything substantial in a face-to-face conversation. I think it's largely because I'm so shy: I don't like to speak my thoughts as soon as they enter my head, because there's no way of discerning how they'll manifest themselves on their way up my throat. When I do, all that comes out is something a five year old would say. It really sucks because often, there's something I really wanna get across, but I lack any articulacy to do it, so I just keep it wedged in the deep. 95% of the time, what I'm saying doesn't reflect what I'm thinking. It's like... like translating a phrase from one language into another: you can't do it literally because it won't make any sense. So when I'm having a conversation in the flesh, I play it safe and only use small words. Sometimes I'll be daring and really push myself to get my point across, but it almost always ends in failure, and the other person's just like, 'Er... yeah. Anyway...'

As cliché as it is, if I had a penny for every time I've been brushed aside as the 'slow' one, or asked if I have special needs, I would be the richest woman alive. Consequential of the way everyone seems to perceive me is a lacking to non-existent respect in my direction from said everyone. It's actually astounding the way so many people -- and I'm talking handfuls and handfuls of them -- have this condescending tone reserved just for me. They address everyone else as an equal, but when I enter the conversation, it's just like, 'Here we go... girl who makes no sense. Just put up with her till we can leave'.

I was talking to Tom about this, and he thinks the forerunner of my communication problems is internet addiction - and I think he might be right. Too much MSN-ing and not enough real life interaction with real life people can be the only explanation for my inability to express what I'm thinking - that and maybe a bad haul from the gene pool (as in, my parents didn't share their good genes with me - only their bad). I find it so much easier to get my point across on paper or online, because my mind just seems to get on so much better with my fingers than my mouth. My mind and my mouth are sworn enemies I reckon.

I feel like a spirit trapped in a shell: the spirit knows what's going on, and it knows what it wants to do, but the shell calls the shots. The shell decides when the spirit can reveal itself and how much of itself it can reveal. The spirit will never be free, because it wasted its developing years alone at the computer, and now time's up in its development - the chance to grow out of the shell has gone.

I'm not trying to say I'm the Brains of Britain -- I'm really not, I know that -- but I know I'm not quite as senile as almost everyone seems to think. Can I just say, you guys reading this, because I know who you all are, thank you for treating me with respect, and I'm sorry for the times I don't reciprocate (this is especially addressed at Tom, who really does bear the brunt of my moods). You're among the very few. Not even my dad gives me a chance when the school hunts me down over something trivial and blows it totally out of proportion. It's just the dope's word against the institution's, so naturally the latter wins. I got my school report posted yesterday, and he gave me this massive lecture about not putting in enough effort: 'Some people have to work harder than others!' He put it gently, I'll give him that, but I know how dumb he thinks I am. I'm gonna quit my job any minute now (tehe), because I really can't bear any more lectures.

I really hate that wherever you go in life, you've got to be able to produce a high standard of your language, whether oral or written - mainly oral. This is why I'm looking for factory jobs for when I leave school soon - my customer service skills at McDonald's were just so bad that I had no choice but to quit, and a factory is one of the few places without any of that. I'd love to work at McVitie's, or Weetabix. (CATS, REMEMBER TO ASK!)

I'm so sick of school. Hate all my subjects. BORING.

This is brilliant xD

I know full well that sexism is still a huge problem today, but when it comes to men telling women to smile... I just don't get how that's sexist! Can someone please explain?! Everywhere I look, people are going on about eeeeet.

So I got my results yesterday, and they were better than I was expecting: a C in Philosophy and a D in Law. Not great obviously, but at least I've got some more points under my belt. To get an overall C in Law I'll need to get 64/120 in the next exam, so although I've had my foot off the accelerator for a while, the finish line is still within reach.

The other day though, I was talking to my dad about how amazing it is that after 14 years of a life bound by the institution of school, its very cadence perpetually hijacked by said institution, I'll be free just like that on June 16th -- on like, another planet, if you get what I mean. He went apoplectic and started foaming about how ungrateful I am for this free education I've been given that millions would do anything for etc. And he's right, don't get me wrong for a second, he really is. It is so depressing that I've never shown any interest in or given more than five minutes' attention to any aspect of my education, when there are unimaginable numbers of people who'd've given it their absolute all if they'd been born into a life as hilariously easy as mine. It really is unbelieveable when you -- well, I - I can only speak for myself -- sit back and think, 'I could've been born at any moment in time, in any place -- in the prehistoric era, in the crusades, in the Holocaust, in Syria today, in Somalia today, in North Korea today, in basically any one country out of however many wartorn and repressive regimes it is on this earth -- yet I was born into more or less the easiest and most uneventful life... like... ever. And I've taken it so for granted. This placement should not be mine, and I have no excuse not to give it up to someone else.

Alas, it would be folly not to finish what I've started, when the end is but 3 months away. I've decided not to go to uni -- doubt I'd even get in anywhere -- and this dream of going to NZ and Australia with Tom may have to stay a dream for another year or two. I've been looking everywhere for a new job (oh I work at Avon now btw - don't think I've said that here) since Avon doesn't pay very well. Well it's alright, but, y'knaw. But yeah, been looking everywhere for a new job to pay for the travelling, and if I don't get hired by the summer, I'm not gonna have enough time to gain £778 for the plane ticket - and then there's supplies and equipment and... pram. I found an apprenticeship thing that starts in September, and it lasts one year, and it's for something I don't... really get. I rang up, and they said the signing up period starts on April 1st, so yer I'mma sign.

What else... Ah yeah, I really wanna cycle everywhere in the UK over the summer, since I probably won't have a job. 'Sgonna take some cajoling to get Cats and Tawm to join me, but I'm sure I can shake 'em. I'll ride my bike alone tomorrow since they live 60 and 200 miles away respectively, and I never have anyone to hang out with here. My favourite route is this 13-mile route along the canal that I can do in 1 hour (is that good or bad?!), which I'll do tomorrow if it's not raining. Gotta start revising tomorrow as well - doubt I will though obviously, because I know myself.

So yeah that's about it really. 'NIT.

Get a TSR account guiz, and add raaachek as a friend: http://www.thestudentroom.co.uk/

You too, Garden of Aidan.

Not a great exam... I'm definitely getting something between a C and an E.

The past few days have been stressful. I won't talk about everything that's gone wrong this week, but I will talk about yesterday.

I've always been one to deceive myself that, by merely filling it, I'm putting my time to good use. I have a tendency in my revision sessions to excuse my pen from its note taking for 30 seconds, and let it conceive a cute little cartoon cyclops man with a lot of piercings at the bottom right hand corner of the page. I start to get acquainted with my cyclops son, and I have to bond with him by colouring him in. Before I know it I'm emotionally attached, and my darling son needs a body or he won't get anywhere in life. Obviously the body needs a lot of time and concentration, and the notes can fend for themselves - there's enough of them... ish. I check what time it is, and oh look - time's up for this session!

Fortunately I'm not quite as bad as I used to be. I managed to get a fair bit of learning done over the past few weeks - at least, that's what I stupidly led myself to believe.

Last week I asked my Philosophy teacher if I could email her some practice exam answers I'd done over Christmas so she could mark them. She kindly said yes, which I'll say now I do appreciate because I realise she's a teacher and teachers are busy people. It was good of her to go out of her way for me.

I did about 10 of these exam answers, and I sent them all to her. I've since done a few more which I'll just have to believe are decent even if they're not. Yesterday she called me to her classroom to give me feedback, and I'll be honest: I was crushed.

I was cocky enough to think beforehand that they were no lower than C grade material, maybe even B. I'd put a lot of effort into them. But oh no. Nowhere near.

Believe it or not, I really have been trying with this subject. I've been doing tonnes of background reading. I really wanted a B in this resit. It would've completed me. But I've come to accept now that that's just not gonna happen.

For what it's worth though, I don't know if I can totally trust her verdicts. Two of the exam answers were in fact just A-grade answers written by two students from another class and put into my own words. They'd been marked by my other Philosophy teacher, and she'd given them an A* and an A respectively. My Philosophy teacher gave them a C and a D. I'm losing faith in just about everything these days...

I don't know how all these people come out with As at A level, some of them without even trying. If the marking system wasn't so arbitrary maybe there'd be less ruined lives. Like, if you put your opinion in a Philosophy exam, it doesn't matter if it's a breakthrough in all human thought or whatever - you will get 0. If you deviate from the dictate of the mark scheme, you're down the bog. It's so damn strict: you must not mention Irenaeus in paragraph one - he has to be in paragraph two. And you must not mention Bertrand Russell in paragraph two - he has to be in paragraph three. And the first sentence of your essay has to be identical to the following mile-long sentence, word for word...

I can't be bothered to launch into a massive rant, even though I vaguely feel like it. But I just don't trust the way things are done at my school. It's a crap school, with only a handful of good teachers. I had one teacher last year who I hope gets a bloody good salary because they sure as hell deserve it. One of the best teachers I've ever had: such a friendly person, knew what they were talking about, not at all judgemental, even still knows my name! :D I actually wish I could tell them how great a teacher they are, but I won't cuz like, poo. You really don't come across a teacher like that very often.

I'm kicking myself for nourishing the fantasy that I would get 2 Bs at A level. What I'm aiming for now is 2 Cs. The Philosophy exam's this Tuesday, and the Law exam's on the Wednesday the week after that.

Oh I don't think I've mentioned it in this blog (not that it matters cuz only two people and a Ziggy read this): I resigned from McDonald's. Phail.

CATTEH SCHMELLZZZZZZZ...! ¬_¬