Hello traders,
This work of fiction is based on true events. Unless otherwise indicated (in this case (the post), it will never be indicated because this is a work of fiction), all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this post are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a purely fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
I dialed my brokers phone number, heart racing.
I knew something was wrong, but I wasn't quite sure what it was.
I HAD to talk to someone RIGHT away, or my positions would not be "ok". With sweaty hands, I used the search engine to rope the number to customer service. I hastily copied and pasted it into my rotary dial phone and was greeted by a robot, "Hello, dividends are coming...." and then I was sent to the queue. I was asked "What would you like to do today?" by more vibrations in the earpiece and hastily answered, "Options!"
"Ok, what would you like to do with "options"?, my recorded voice played back to me.
"Applications"
"Ok, one moment while I connect you to the proper place..."
14 hours later, a friendly voice awoke me from my sleep, "Hi, I'm your customer service representative today. How can I help you?"
I stuttered with a shaky voice, "H, h - how do I use margin on my options account?"
A salvo of figures were hurled at me through the wire. I could feel that the wire was coiling under the pressure of all the figures.
My rotary phone burst into flames.
I remembered that I had my iPhone and then just used speed dial and solved my issue in like a few minutes. No sweat. Except that I was still sweating from the rotary phone's ashes that never went out. The heat of which was unbearable. I quickly asked SciRye, "SciRye, How to stop sweating?".
"OK!"
No response.
It spun forever. The request had completely entangled itself beyond repair. I waved my phone around looking for a signal, HOPING that I could get the request to go through.
Spinning.
My battery died.
I laid down ready to accept defeat.
They had won, my position was wrong. My bones told me it was.
Spinning...
P.S.
Have a good day today. Remember, you are a hero. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
-elkenpolar
This work of fiction is based on true events. Unless otherwise indicated (in this case (the post), it will never be indicated because this is a work of fiction), all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this post are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a purely fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
I dialed my brokers phone number, heart racing.
I knew something was wrong, but I wasn't quite sure what it was.
I HAD to talk to someone RIGHT away, or my positions would not be "ok". With sweaty hands, I used the search engine to rope the number to customer service. I hastily copied and pasted it into my rotary dial phone and was greeted by a robot, "Hello, dividends are coming...." and then I was sent to the queue. I was asked "What would you like to do today?" by more vibrations in the earpiece and hastily answered, "Options!"
"Ok, what would you like to do with "options"?, my recorded voice played back to me.
"Applications"
"Ok, one moment while I connect you to the proper place..."
14 hours later, a friendly voice awoke me from my sleep, "Hi, I'm your customer service representative today. How can I help you?"
I stuttered with a shaky voice, "H, h - how do I use margin on my options account?"
A salvo of figures were hurled at me through the wire. I could feel that the wire was coiling under the pressure of all the figures.
My rotary phone burst into flames.
I remembered that I had my iPhone and then just used speed dial and solved my issue in like a few minutes. No sweat. Except that I was still sweating from the rotary phone's ashes that never went out. The heat of which was unbearable. I quickly asked SciRye, "SciRye, How to stop sweating?".
"OK!"
No response.
It spun forever. The request had completely entangled itself beyond repair. I waved my phone around looking for a signal, HOPING that I could get the request to go through.
Spinning.
My battery died.
I laid down ready to accept defeat.
They had won, my position was wrong. My bones told me it was.
Spinning...
P.S.
Have a good day today. Remember, you are a hero. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
-elkenpolar
Comment:
A look at the same chart on a weekly time frame:
Comment:
It could be possible that my drawing had some missing colors. If someone would like to draw out a nice work, I would gladly compensate for it! The boxes may tighten?
