Drifting Along in a Mesmerizing Market

Back in the early 2000’s my partner and I would blast The Cure in our office on Fridays. Other brokers, in adjacent offices, would go ape; but we didn’t give a shit. My partner would also walk around the office without a shirt, fully naked, in protest of the “unacceptable working conditions” due to the heat. Believe it or not, “The Fly” was, by far, the more diplomatic out of the both of us. I’d cringe during luncheons and dinners when he’d send back the food or that one time he took a glass of water and spilled it on the restaurant floor in front of the waiter, while proclaiming “this water is pink.” Or how he’d refer to everyone as “young man”, even though they were twenty years his senior.

One time a cold caller of ours was box watching too much, so during lunch my partner took his computer screen away and replaced it with a sticky, with hand-scribbled quotes on it. Needless to say, said cold caller was not happy and eventually quit on us. I will have you know, the moment he quit on us began his downward spiral towards mediocrity. Last I heard, he wasn’t doing too well these days.

If there is one good character trait that I have, which can be used to your advantage, is that I never give up, ever. I will fight until my hands are broken and cannot fight anymore. On occasion the market will trick me and I will make some bad calls. But I will always bounce back, as I am destined for extreme winship, almost at all times.

Times are good now. They won’t always be this way.