To: kendall harmon who wrote (73526 ) 11/28/1999 1:18:00 PM From: lee kramer Read Replies (3) | Respond to of 120523
I thought my session with my shrink, the loquacious but never parsimonious, (and former parachute-packer) Doc Kronkite went extremely well this week. When I plunked my weary bones on his lumpy couch my psyche resembled a plate of twisted-tortolini, my neuroses all a-jumble. It had been that kind of a trading week for me. "Doc" I said, "I think it's time for a vacation. What do you think? "Great idea. I think I'll fly out to Vegas in the morning. They comp me there." "No, doc" I said, "A vacation for me." "You? A vacation you want? What for a vacation? A vocation is what you need, a new vocation." "No doc, I thought a week down in the Caribbean would be good for me, kinda get away from the market, relax, recharge my batteries. But here's my problem doc...should I bring my laptop?" "Mmmm" he said, stroking his Freudian-like beard. "That would be a disaster. You'd be logged in all day. Some vacation. Suzy would want to go to the beach, you'd be wanting to trade. I know you boobeleh. You'd get into a fight with Suzy and soon you'd be calling me for help. And I won't be here. I'm leaving for Vegas in the morning. Wayne Newton I want to see one time before he retires." "Wayne Newton's going to retire? "Yes" said the Doc, "He's going through a mid-wife crisis. "He wants to be a day-trader. He's my patient you know." "No! That's incredible doc, Wayne Newton a day trader." "Yes, and Sigfried & Roy and Tom Jones and Harry Connick Jr. They're all my patients and they want to get out of show business and into day trading. Up and down the strip they all want to day-trade. It's like a virus. They're all meshuggeh, cookieputs." "But doc, don't they know how tough day-trading is? The pressure? The angst, the second-guessing, the self- castigation, the insomnia, the nightmares? "Nightmares you have still?" he asked. "I thought I cured you of that." "Nope doc, the hypnosis didn't take. Had another bad one last night, that's why I'm thinking of going on vacation." "You're going on vacation? Where?" he asked. "I told you doc, the Caribbean. Can you analyze my dream?" "Does Campbell make soup? Did Newton invent gravity? Of course I can analyze your dream. Talk on me boobeleh, talk on me already." "It was awful doc. I bought 500 shares of EBAY at 167 and the next day it ran up to 179. I put in a market order to sell. I waited 10 seconds and checked for my fill. Nothing. I tried again, still nothing. EBAY started to drop, 178, 177, 176. I scrambled to my Daily Activity page and there was Maria, talking to me, telling me that seven brokerage firms had just downgraded EBAY, that there were accounting "irregularities" and that "trading in EBAY was halted Lee", due to an heavy imbalance of sell orders and the stock looked like it might open 40 points lower. It was terrible doc. I woke up screaming and told Suzy I needed a vacation. What do you think doc?" Again you dream of Maria? An Eddiepal Complex you got with a touch of West Side Story Syndrome. Very serious. Go booeleh, go. Take out the first flight take. We'll go into deep analysis when you get back." "Thanks doc" I said, walking shakily toward the door.