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how can it only be wednesday?
children of dune - leto 1
seperis
The Dow needs a freaking pillow already or it's going to really injure itself with the falling.

You know, this was exciting, life-altering news two weeks ago. Bring me a different disaster now, kthx. Investors == still fearful! Dow == still falling and then sometimes getting up! My 457, wait, I'm not talking about that. However, gas went down approximately seventy cents per gallon over here in the last two weeks so sure, people are losing their homes, but whee, we can burn up more fossil fuels faster! And admittedly, save me money like whoa.

I have never been terribly fascinated by business, the stock market, or those strange blue jackets (Context check: why are these people wearing blue jackets? What is the meaning other than inner tranquility? As trust me, the tranquility color is apparently not so much working).

However. Kinda wanna go to the NYSE and stare in fascination at financial people in their natural habitat. With the pointing and shouting unintelligibly and whatnot. Some sort of primitive language, perhaps?

In other news--my mother seriously wants to buy a new house. Apparently, she already found the people that rented this house before it was sold and they are very excited about getting it back. The thing is, this is very like my mother. She'll go years being methodical and responsible, and then one day she wakes up and is like, "I want to buy a bar" or "I really need a sports car" or "I want a larger house" and she will barely buy new clothes retail because of price. It's like all the normal level impulsiveness is spirited away into this vast reservoir somewhere in her and eventually it reaches critical mass and kind of explodes.

Right. I am going to go hide from the request order that I just received confirming they are ready to rock and roll with the wiki request. There is something unnatural here. Or just wait for the shoe.


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No, no warning signs. It's like a flash flood. *weirded out*

And yes, janitor's closets next.

Hee, congrats on the wiki request.

I keep getting online off and on to stare at the graph for the Dow. I'm past the point of horror to a kind of weird, detached wow sort of feeling.

Thanks!

Yeah. It's weirdly mesmerizing, isn't it?

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Oooh yeah, I did with my first paycheck. And sometimes even now. *g*

Hee. Your mum sounds a little like mine. I find the trick is to make encouraging noises -- not too encouraging, but "theoretically, that'd be cool" -- and to drag my feet on anything involving me so Mum has a good week to think it over. After a week, Mum'll change her mind or see the negativity, or else REALLY WANT IT, but it cuts down the big impulse expenditure events.

*crosses fingers* A HOUSE. MY GOD.

Heh. And yet, it's a house for rental.

It's not quite the same as coming home and finding Mum all excited about the idea of THIS JOB INTERSTATE and how we could SELL THIS HOUSE AND MOVE CLOSE TO THE BEACH, and WOULDN'T RE-ARRANGING OUR EMPLOYMENT AND LIVING AND EVERY OTHER DETAIL ABOUT OUR LIVES BE EXCITING?

...and that situation only involves a teeny-tiny embellishment.

My father's just like that. Only Mom sucked at keeping him from leaping into things (actually, he blamed her for a bad home purchase, claiming she and the realtor stampeded him into it after his initial enthusiasm -- this being when he decided in late October that we should move to the next county and we wound up moving in over Thanksgiving weekend, so). And this tendency of his is why I've had three stepmothers, due to him diving into wedlock before he's been with the new girlfriend long enough to discover she's bipolar or has psychotic tendencies or whatever the hell Stepmother #1 and Stepmother #2's problems were. To say nothing of his yanking me out of a good university and sticking me into a crappy little one between my sophomore and junior year, in the mistaken belief that trading $3000/year for a dorm where I had a scholarship covering tuition and fees for $3000/year tuition where I could live at home with Mom would somehow save money. (It didn't, since books were more expensive, I suddenly had to have gas money instead of walking everywhere, and then there's the way it fucked up my career trajectory before I'd gotten out of the gate.)

scrunchy, who works on Wall St., informs me that the jackets are colored to indicate which trading house the broker works for. And apparently, they are made of nifty mesh because the trading floor gets really hot! Anything that keeps dudes from waving their pit-stained arms about for stock-buying purposes is A+ by me.

Also, one good thing to come out of this crisis is my new favorite blog: http://sadguysontradingfloors.tumblr.com/ It may be that "natural habitat" thing you were talking about.

I love you. Thank you for that link. THAT WAS AWESOME.

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