Feb 20, 2012

Investment paranoia

I foggily clicked through the trading numbers of a little stock I don't hate. They looked okay, so I scribbled a calculation of the dividend income compared to the zero-point zero-point-insult-giggle interest rate from my friendly home-town bank.

Decided the difference justified the principle risk. Started entering the order and noticed it hadn't traded in the first five minutes of  the Wall Street Daily Follies. Crap! More coffee. Or if I'd powered up the electric teevee I'd have been reminded.

Even Washington and Lincoln hate me.

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