Whenever money comes into my trading accounts the first thing I ask myself is “how much of this is mine?”
I feel these days we are more than ever working for the government, our suppliers and our employees and rarely for the benefit of our “pleasure and pampering” fund.
This is doubly disconcerting because when you are busy at work you have no time to think about all the things you are missing out on. However, when business slows down - as it has these past few weeks - you have way too much free time to think about how you would like to spend your money if you had some.
These periods always remind me of Oliver Twist’s “ Food Glorious Food, Hot Sausage And Mustard …” Always dreaming of something good coming along just around the corner.
So here we are a heading towards the middle of year 3 pandemic - a war in Ukraine - the threat of nuclear war if shit gets real , China asserting itself in the Asia Pacific with a deal now done in the Solomon Islands . The young have become exceptionally self-entitled , customer service seems like a dirty word, nobody wants to work anymore. Our leaders are asleep at the wheel or just trying to get as many votes as possible. The world’s population - which in my opinion needs to die down - is not really going to. We gorged on cheap money and my bearish economist friends seem to think we are properly in for rough weather but still somehow, we all believe that a select few like our dear douche Elon Musk will sell us the Dickensian Micawber Effect whereby some technological advance will save the day at the 11th hour …
In all of this, businesses like ours are no longer rewarded with patronage as every man and his dog wants to be the t shirt wearing app genius who ends up on the financial times cover telling the world how to suck eggs with company valuations that make poor suckers who have gone to work all their lives like schmucks sweating over the service of their customers - look like dinosaurs who ought to be extinct and or extinguished by disruption.
And then there is crypto - the Dutch Tulips of our time - where every guy I know who doesn’t want to work - makes the trading of this stuff seem like they are doing alchemy in the privacy of their living room in old y front underpants eating a bowl of soggy cereal whilst the morning network tv stations run in the background.
If like me any of this resonates then we are not alone and with hope there will be some form of a reckoning but at this stage if it gets any worse then I’m going to pull out my y fronts and open a crypto account.
As always, I am here to serve you and your needs but if I don’t hear from you - no hard feelings - I get it - the world is not as it once was - and we’re all feeling our way through it. I guess what we really need to learn is the art of patience.
Regards,
Nicholas
I feel these days we are more than ever working for the government, our suppliers and our employees and rarely for the benefit of our “pleasure and pampering” fund.
This is doubly disconcerting because when you are busy at work you have no time to think about all the things you are missing out on. However, when business slows down - as it has these past few weeks - you have way too much free time to think about how you would like to spend your money if you had some.
These periods always remind me of Oliver Twist’s “ Food Glorious Food, Hot Sausage And Mustard …” Always dreaming of something good coming along just around the corner.
So here we are a heading towards the middle of year 3 pandemic - a war in Ukraine - the threat of nuclear war if shit gets real , China asserting itself in the Asia Pacific with a deal now done in the Solomon Islands . The young have become exceptionally self-entitled , customer service seems like a dirty word, nobody wants to work anymore. Our leaders are asleep at the wheel or just trying to get as many votes as possible. The world’s population - which in my opinion needs to die down - is not really going to. We gorged on cheap money and my bearish economist friends seem to think we are properly in for rough weather but still somehow, we all believe that a select few like our dear douche Elon Musk will sell us the Dickensian Micawber Effect whereby some technological advance will save the day at the 11th hour …
In all of this, businesses like ours are no longer rewarded with patronage as every man and his dog wants to be the t shirt wearing app genius who ends up on the financial times cover telling the world how to suck eggs with company valuations that make poor suckers who have gone to work all their lives like schmucks sweating over the service of their customers - look like dinosaurs who ought to be extinct and or extinguished by disruption.
And then there is crypto - the Dutch Tulips of our time - where every guy I know who doesn’t want to work - makes the trading of this stuff seem like they are doing alchemy in the privacy of their living room in old y front underpants eating a bowl of soggy cereal whilst the morning network tv stations run in the background.
If like me any of this resonates then we are not alone and with hope there will be some form of a reckoning but at this stage if it gets any worse then I’m going to pull out my y fronts and open a crypto account.
As always, I am here to serve you and your needs but if I don’t hear from you - no hard feelings - I get it - the world is not as it once was - and we’re all feeling our way through it. I guess what we really need to learn is the art of patience.
Regards,
Nicholas