Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Spring Cleaning & A New Career for BloomingtonGirl?
And, all of this paper does not include the mail-order catalogs that clog our mailbox daily. I am not exaggerating. We get from three to six A DAY. I might look at one or two A WEEK, maybe. The rest go straight to recycling. What an incredible waste of resources. I have started cutting out the address part of the catalogues. I will contact the companies with our information and have them remove us from their mailing lists. There. The headlines will read: BloomingtonGirl does her share for the environment. Brava! BloomingtonGirl!
In other news, I recently had a little windfall of my very own when the biotech company I worked for just before I had Jack went public. I sold my stock last week and was trying to decide how to invest my wealth. (It isn't a whole lot but after five years with no paycheck of my own, it seems like a bonanza!) Anyway, Chris suggested that I take part of my little account and purchase some silver and today I did just that. Well, I watched the charts all day long and realized at the end of the day that I had actually made a neat little sum (on paper). So based on this experience, I have decided to become a day trader.
Why become a day trader? Well, first of all, to make gobs and gobs of money. I know. You are about to say that the large majority of people who endeavor to day trade don’t end up in the black. Sure, that may be true, but I am not most people. I made money today so I don’t see why I couldn’t make it every day. I probably have something like a Midas touch, you know? But, besides making easy money, I have another important reason. I want to be able to SAY that I am a day trader at cocktail parties. It would go something like this:
"So, what do you do, Mrs. Dr. McGary?"
"Why, little old me? I'm just a stay at home mom and a (pause for effect) DAY TRADER."
I suppose that I could add that I am a writer also, but I don't want to be too intimidating. After all, the goal of cocktail party conversation is to put the other person at ease while you hint modestly at your superiority. I think that I read that somewhere.
But rats! My plan just might be thwarted. I just realized that we don’t even GO to any cocktail parties here in Bloomington. The row of party dresses gathering dust in my closet is a testament to that fact. Maybe it isn’t worth being a day trader if I can’t boast of it at a cocktail party. I will have to reconsider this career choice.
Besides, when would I have time to blog if I were trading those silly futures contracts all day long? I couldn't let my loyal readers down like that, no siree. So, for you, I shall give up fabulous day trading success. And if I DO get to go to a cocktail party here in Bloomington, THAT is what I will boast about.