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Thursday, May 06, 2010

Levels of Morality

So today I sent an email, telling my teammates for a work fitness program to "cheat" on a portion of the program.

One of the ways to earn points, besides eating and drinking right and exercising, is to attend Plan seminars (Plan being a program that helps a person with food and weight management). If you don't attend in person, you can watch them at your leisure anytime until the end of the fitness program.

So I said: hey, just play the seminars! Get your free 10 points by playing them! You don't have to listen!!!

So a fellow teammate called me out and stated that it wasn't fair play to do that and he didn't condone such conduct.

OK. He's right. I'm wrong. I don't dispute that.

But I thought he was overdramatic with his statement and then subsequently, someone else chimed in about 'i stand by this other guy's moral value'.

Um, MORAL value? Seriously?

You want moral value? Attend the seminar. Ten points watching on your own time is giving away the points. It's really not cheating. Cheating would be the things that are more relevant to my health: skipping exercise, not eating right, not drinking the water.

I listened to them. They are boring. They haven't provided a very good user experience for me, which subsequently annoys me. So I end up half listening because the only hour I am willing to give up of my valuable time is to listen to these is during work. I look at completing these as a "take one for the team". There is nothing moral/ethical to me about this portion of the game.

And others in the program have told me *the same thing*. But I was the only dumb ass that wrote it. I have to pick my battles so if there is some hypocrisy and the decision to *pick this* particular case to have a holier than thou attitude, so be it. The 'I am a such a good person that I can't deal with such abhorrent behavior' win.

But who am I to judge?

I am the person, who the previous day, ran down a stranger (in my car) who passed me in my neighborhood because he sped over the 25 mph neighborhood roads then PASSED on the left hand side of, did I mention, a neighborhood road!!

I flipped. I laid on the horn, followed behind him, yelled expletives out of my window and told him to stop. He finally did and what did I do next? I pulled up to the left of him, blocked his car, rolled down the passenger window, and screamed the living hell at him.

Blocking traffic on both ends.

My kid is in the passenger seat.

His kid is in the passenger seat.

Neighbors are nearby, staring in disbelief.

Just yards from the school.

An elementary school.

So who am I to say that my teammates were overdramatic after that scene? That's why I sucked it up and tucked my tail in between my legs and proclaimed how wrong I was. After all, we all have something that we pick to draw the line on...although I wouldn't say that I was necessarily right with my neighborhood scene either.

C'est la vie!


  1. dramatic yes, but overly dramatic? I don't think so :-) You should have seen some of the overly dramatic versions I came up with. And the overly dramatic responses I have been deleting from this comment. btw I really miss running with you

  2. Ditto. You have no idea how I restrained myself with this post (and the email). Anyone else and I would have made a "neighborhood" scene.

  3. Oh. And I miss running with you too. I'm enjoying (I think I can use that word) my new activities - meeting a whole new group of fitness warriors - but they don't compare to my other man. :)