Well, count your blessings that you are just doing aerobics. He has given me quite a list today. First it's earnings season, now that's normally pretty light work. Except it's also option's expiration week. Lot's of opportunities to turn a few traders, but unfortunately you have to be right there, throwing in a downtick (or an uptick for the shorties) at just the right moment. You've got to grab them by the spine and send that cold shiver right up there and make them think that their kids will die in poverty. Create just that brief moment of doubt where they will sell their souls for the stock to move back in their direction. At just that moment, and it is oh so excruciatingly short, you can snatch them away from that Other Guy (OG, his nickname, otherwise, known around here as Ognib.)
But if that wasn't enough, the tax man cometh. Tomorrow will be very good pickin's indeed. His Invention the Tax code is a real recruitment aid. (You, of course, must appreciate his sense of humor in having them call it the "Tax Simplification Act". I always hear him chuckle about that little piece of legerdemain in slipping that in. What a sense of humor the Big Guy has.)
The best time is tomorrow, just about 10:30pm, when all those filers, frustrated with the progress they are making, knowing that it will be close for them to get it post marked on time, and angry that they don't have one of the necessary forms, that little request for extension form, well, quite frankly, they begin to panic.
That's the time to strike. Can't wait until they are already at the mail box though, because they are already resigned by then. No siree, I nail'em right there. Sitting at the dining room table, or maybe in the kitchen, or sometimes where they think they are the safest in their dens, I nail'em. I show'em how to twist a figure here, take a home office deduction there, mabe even claim their dog as an exemption with a made up ss#. I nail'em. They're ours. He is proud. |
