OK. I know what you're thinking' (Magnum P.I.)
Any schmuck who trades for a living and doesn't get paid deserves the screwing for being so dumb.
Well Excuuuuuuuuuuuuuse Me!!! (Steve Martin)
So you have to ask yourself, is this guy starting this thread unlucky? Do ya? (Dirty Harry very loosely)
So what would you do? What would you do? (The guy that Dennis Hopper played in SPEED..whatever his name was....wait, I could be wrong..maybe he said "what DO you do?..well someone will correct me.)
Let's say, hypothetically that you are a stockbroker and hating it. But you dig trading, and you think you are good at it. OK, become an "Elite Trader"...obviously!!
But stop right there!!!!! (Meat Loaf)
OK, the quotes are getting annoying even to me, so they must be horrific to you! No mo'...I promise!
Back to the stop thing. Hold on, so you can't be an Elite Trader because you have a young wife and a little baby and no money and you need an income. What will you do? (now notice I almost totally refrained from the obvious Eisley Bros. and Karl Maldon comments..I am getting better).
Now you are unhappily brokering away, when you stumble upon a client, totally by accident, another story for another time, who trades like a wildman. You are making great money. He is making great money. But the firm you are working with decides he is too wild. So you have to close the account, which costs you a few grand a day in commissions. Now you are back to being a second year schlep broker again. And hating it.
One day, months later, the guy who was making you rich calls you at home and says "&%$# working retail, why don't you set up a trading company and I will supply the money and offices and the technology that generates the trades, and we are on our own. I will pay you a $300,000.00 salary (gives you an airtight contract). And as you can see from the contract, the more we make, the more you make. Meet me in Chicago, and we will finalize with the lawyers of your choice, who will also represent the new corporation we will form."
Oh, and also, he is going to pick up your rent in Chicago.
Now this sounds pretty good. But your wife says she's nervous about it (I know this is particularly hard to imagine for those of you who are married). She is happy where she is (not Chicago) and has a life. And a job that she worked very hard to get.
Now to make this short (if it;s not too late), I went, I signed, I worked, I got paid a little, and I got f**ked for the big money. Never mind the details for now.
Here is my question:
What would[/b] YOU have done? Would you have done Chicago and traded a $40mm account for a wildman? Or would you have stayed nice and cozy in your nice new but modest house in a nice town near a nice city near the mountains with your nice young wife and baby?
Don't be too swift to vote. This should take at least a little thinking. You know what happened to me, but did I calculate my risk properly? Or not? And do we agree that risk management means everything?
I am truly curious how many would have gone my route, and how many would have proved smarter.
Thanks,
Menace
Any schmuck who trades for a living and doesn't get paid deserves the screwing for being so dumb.
Well Excuuuuuuuuuuuuuse Me!!! (Steve Martin)
So you have to ask yourself, is this guy starting this thread unlucky? Do ya? (Dirty Harry very loosely)
So what would you do? What would you do? (The guy that Dennis Hopper played in SPEED..whatever his name was....wait, I could be wrong..maybe he said "what DO you do?..well someone will correct me.)
Let's say, hypothetically that you are a stockbroker and hating it. But you dig trading, and you think you are good at it. OK, become an "Elite Trader"...obviously!!
But stop right there!!!!! (Meat Loaf)
OK, the quotes are getting annoying even to me, so they must be horrific to you! No mo'...I promise!
Back to the stop thing. Hold on, so you can't be an Elite Trader because you have a young wife and a little baby and no money and you need an income. What will you do? (now notice I almost totally refrained from the obvious Eisley Bros. and Karl Maldon comments..I am getting better).
Now you are unhappily brokering away, when you stumble upon a client, totally by accident, another story for another time, who trades like a wildman. You are making great money. He is making great money. But the firm you are working with decides he is too wild. So you have to close the account, which costs you a few grand a day in commissions. Now you are back to being a second year schlep broker again. And hating it.
One day, months later, the guy who was making you rich calls you at home and says "&%$# working retail, why don't you set up a trading company and I will supply the money and offices and the technology that generates the trades, and we are on our own. I will pay you a $300,000.00 salary (gives you an airtight contract). And as you can see from the contract, the more we make, the more you make. Meet me in Chicago, and we will finalize with the lawyers of your choice, who will also represent the new corporation we will form."
Oh, and also, he is going to pick up your rent in Chicago.
Now this sounds pretty good. But your wife says she's nervous about it (I know this is particularly hard to imagine for those of you who are married). She is happy where she is (not Chicago) and has a life. And a job that she worked very hard to get.
Now to make this short (if it;s not too late), I went, I signed, I worked, I got paid a little, and I got f**ked for the big money. Never mind the details for now.
Here is my question:
What would[/b] YOU have done? Would you have done Chicago and traded a $40mm account for a wildman? Or would you have stayed nice and cozy in your nice new but modest house in a nice town near a nice city near the mountains with your nice young wife and baby?
Don't be too swift to vote. This should take at least a little thinking. You know what happened to me, but did I calculate my risk properly? Or not? And do we agree that risk management means everything?
I am truly curious how many would have gone my route, and how many would have proved smarter.
Thanks,
Menace
