Fuck. First of all, I just got bit by some kind of prehistoric beast that bit the top of my foot, THROUGH MY FUCKING SOCK. The entire top of my foot itches like crazy. Little motherfucker.
So I guess I can add that to this list. Today was one of those days, where all this little, annoying, shit, adds the fuck up. Here it is in list form, with accompanying analyses.
I got up, put in some orders from bed, checked all my accounts, all was good. Down a percent here, two there, no biggie. In my personal account, I am still dealing with the Chi -Com burrito, ZSTN, I covered some today for a loss, but then added back after. It’s sunk cost, it’s holding me down because of the margin requirements. This way I was able to get long more HDSN, and to start a small position in TRIP. After reading all of Chess’s analysis on it, and his posts in the #12631, I bought a little with a tight stop. It almost got stopped out today actually. My goal is to make an average of $200 a day in my personal account. I have adjusted my strategy accordingly, by utilizing the low commission of IB to increase the amount of positions, in smaller sizes. This new way I’m trying to allocate is, 20% cash, 45%value investments, 30% small position swing trades, and 5% or < short.
While I was waiting on a couple orders to go through, I wanted to see what time exactly the bank seminar I am taking was starting tomorrow, it’s four weeks. I logged into the site, and it was actually today from 6pm-10pm. FUCK. Now I had to change my whole day around.
So now I have to rush and I am not happy about that shit. I rushed to get my groceries and shit, so I wouldn’t have to do it at 10pm. Ate really quickly, then was off to the gym. At the gym I had to rush, so I didn’t get to do everything I wanted to, and take the time off between sets/exercises that I wanted to. So on my last set of high box-squats, unbeknownst to me at the time, with 505lbs, the gym manager comes up to me and tells me that I am going to have to use no higher than 405lbs, or I will be asked to leave. What the fuck is that shit? He said I was bending the bars, they are about to remodel, so who the fuck cares, maybe you should get some proper Olympic bars? The continued “pussification” of this country, and especially this city.
I rushed home, took the dogs for a walk around the block, then got in the shower, as I got out of the shower I felt this sharp ass pain in the middle of my shoulder blades. FUCK. On top of that my allergies are bad as fuck and I don’t have shit to take for them, so every time I sneeze, my back hurts like hell. Well, off to this fucking seminar, I paid for it, so I have to go. It’s run by an ex-Hong Kong banker, that now works here in CA. Fuck me running, the first hour was the history of reserve banking, and the second was a about the sub-prime crisis, valuing those fucked up securities, and how the ratings agency’s used the wrong model given to them by the sell-side consultants. No mention of the banks continuing to lend the fucking loans out though. I stayed for two of the four hours, then had to go, because this was worthless bullshit, and my back was fuckin bumpin. On the way home I got the wonderful, but painful, chance to clown rape a brand new E63, still had dealer plates, you should have seen that fuckers face, and his buddy’s.
There’s lots of fuckin tourists, so doing at least the speed limit requires changes lanes often. This was painful and annoying as fuck. I got back to my hood and it took me 30mins to find a spot 5 blocks away. Yes, that is about half a mile. That is part of city living. I can’t really live elsewhere. I’d either have to have an hour commute, or live in the ghetto. Just living 5 miles away, across the Golden Gate, can be a 45min commute to downtown, and isn’t any cheaper. So, in my hood, a $1mm house, gets you one parking spot on avergae, in some cases none, and it usually means no yard, or a small shared yard. We are trying to save up the $400k to put a down payment on a $2mm single family house, with a two car (possibly tandem) garage, and our own yard. My shit-head, sell-side, fuck face neighbor, was standing outside his flat smoking ,while I was walking up to my door, back aching bad as fuck. “Couldn’t find a spot eh? hu hu” “No I couldn’t motherfucker, ’cause I actually care about my car (his brand new Audi has a destroyed rear quarter), you can’t find the courage to fight like a man though, and that shit isn’t bought.” I hate that cult fucker. He is also a member of the Olympic Club.
Now I am itchy as fuck, my back hurts, and I want to hit someone with a piece of wrought iron. I am gonna go get lost in The PPT, then play some fuckin XBOX. Mark my words, that shit is great for hand eye coordination. Ask any pro athlete.
Oh and not to mention, $250k AIN’T FUCKING SHIT HERE!!! Thanks you fucking prick, now you are gonna piss off all your voters in locales such as this.
5 Responses to One of “Those” Days
Ever consider leaving for greener, more sane, pastures?
You can get more in NY
I can’t boss. My lady’s work is here, and I don’t make enough right now to completely sustain us. Maybe when I grow this thing, will probably be 2 or 3 years before I have the free capital. I will, hopefully, be out there this spring for the GS Veteran’s Internship. The lady is gonna come out for one of the weeks, as her good friend and sorority sister is there finishing up med school. We’ll check it out then and see what she thinks, but her family is here (Italian/Greek/Irish – no jokes please, though she is kind of like my Viking spoils of war) and she is an only child, so they want us as close as possible. Mine are outside D.C. but will probably retire on both coasts. If I actually had a good offer, or reason to move out there we would def consider it, she loves her some MBZ and LV.
one think about NY, working in this game you make about 4x more on the east coast than working on the west coast
Asked to leave the gym because you’re squatting too much?? Where do ya train? Curves or SpaLady? Geez man…
thanks for the share.