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The Trials and Tribulations of a Family
Forex Trader
 I tell
you, the stress is unbelievable. Sometimes I wonder whatever possessed me to get
into Forex currency trading in the first place.
It starts each morning with the commute.
Life was so much easier in our old house when it was just 50 feet from the
kitchen to the bedroom office. Now that I've got my own separate detached
trading bungalow behind the house, complete with deep massage sleep recliner
chair, lavish surround sound, remote climate control, an efficiency kitchen, my
own Jacuzzi and shower, UPS power supply, dedicated broadband and satellite
Internet as a backup... it's almost 100 feet.
I tell you, the stress is overwhelming. Plus, all those pips and no boss,
supervisor or management team to share them with. It's almost more than I can
stand.
Some days, just when I'm beginning to think that maybe I can handle it all,
there are those depressing commuter reports on the radio. All those poor people
backed up six or more light cycles at the Storrow Drive on ramp! And what about
that SUV rollover in the Callahan Tunnel? The empathy I feel sometimes
overwhelms me. I don't like taking two naps in the same morning, but today I
just have no choice.
Then there's the absolute peace and quiet. It's eerie how totally serene it can
get out here. With no fellow cube farmers sharing a busy work environment,
there's no interminable background noise pollution and inane office chatter to
keep me continuously enervated.
I often feel so peacefully detached that one in a while I'll throw on a little
Mozart or Hendrix just to feel connected to the Universe.
It's a good thing I was born with a sturdy constitution, that's all I've got to
say. Otherwise the neighbors might spot me screaming back to the house to rip
open the classifieds and scour the Help Wanted pages.
And then I wake up. Boy, that second morning nap sure lets my mind wander
sometimes; back to the days when I had to work for a living. It's a recurring
dream, but thank God it's fading over time.
But that's OK. No work environment is perfect. Today I have the robins to
contend with. Tomorrow it could be the hummingbirds. Chirp, chirp, chirp. You'd
think they owned the place.
No problem, I'll just turn up the stereo a little. Right after my afternoon
siesta, that is. But first, I've got to close out this nice move on the euro.
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