Monday, March 26, 2012

XXX Financial Planning

This all started because I am ridiculously immature and I’ve spent a good check of my spare time studying for a securities license exam.

Earlier this week my company had an all employee meeting, which happens about once a quarter.  The president and CEO of the company touched on the areas of the country where we were under represented.  He identified these as our “under-penetrated markets.”

My first reaction was to realize that I have an under-penetrated market of own.  And, that was about the time I mentally undertook the following script:


INT.  OFFICE – DAY


Over an INTERCOME:

MS. DIANE (OS)
Why don’t you bring your long straddle in here, Michael?

MICHAEL
Actually, I’ve been feeling a little bearish recently.

MS. DIANE (OS)
Well, I’m bull enough for the both of us, so get in here already!


INT.  MS. DIANE’S OFFICE – DAY

MICHAEL Enters:

MS. DIANE
Finally!

MICHAEL
I was identifying under-penetrated markets throughout the midwest.

MS. DIANE
Why don’t you come over here?  I’ll show you either my aggressive investment strategy or my horizontal spread.

MICHAEL
I think you need to take advantage of the cooling off period, because I think you’re too heavily invested in back-end loaded securities.

MS.  DIANE
I’m sorry.  When I see a hot issue with a firm quote, I just can’t help myself.

MS. DIANE starts to undress.


Here are a few financial terms to that I used above, and a few others that I just think are fun to say:

Adjusted gross income – Earned income plus net passive income, portfolio income, and capital gains.

Aggressive investment strategy – A method of porfolio allocation and management aimed at achieving maximum return.  Aggressive investors place a high percentage of their investable assets in equity securities and a far lower percentage in safer debt securities and cash equivalents, and they pursue aggressive policies, including margin trading, arbitrage, and option trading.

Asset-backed security – One whose value and income payments are backed by the expected cash flow from a specific pool of underlying assets.  Pooling the assets into financial instruments allows them to be sold to investors more easily than selling them individually.  The process is called securitization.

Back-end load – A commission or sales fee that is charged when mutual fund shares or variable annuity contracts are redeemed.  It declines annually, decreasing to zero over an extended holding period – up to eight years – as described in the prospectus.

Bear market – A market in which prices of a certain group of securities are falling or are expected to fall.

Cash market – Transactions between buyers and sellers of commodities that entail immediate delivery of and payment for a physical commodity.

Catastrophe call – The redemption of a bond by an issuer owing to disaster (e.g., a power plant that has been built with proceeds from an issue burns to the ground).

Chinese wall – A descriptive name for the division within a brokerage firm that prevents insider information from passing from corporate advisers to investment traders who could make use of the information to reap illicit profits.

Cooling-off period – The period (a minimum of 20 days) between a registration statement’s filing date and the registration’s effective date.  In practice, the period varies in length.

Double-barreled bond – A municipal security backed by the full faith and credit of the issuing municipality as well as by pledged revenues.

Firm quote – The actual price at which a trading unit of a security (such as 100 shares of stock or five bonds) may be bought or sold.  All quotes are firm quotes unless otherwise indicated.

Horizontal spread – The purchase and sale of two options on the same underlying security and with the same exercise price but different expiration dates.

Hot issue – A new issue that sells or is anticipated to sell at a premium over the public offering price.

Naked – The position of an option investor who writes a call or a put on a security he does not own.

Naked call writer – An investor who writes a call option without owning the underlying stock or other related assets that would enable the investor to deliver the stock should the option be exercised.

Naked put writer – An investor who writes a put option without owning the underlying stick or other related assets that would enable the investor to purchase the stock should the option be exercised.

Sales load – The amount added to a mutual fund share’s net asset value to arrive at the offering price.

Stripper well – An oil well that produces fewer than 10 barrels per day.

Two-dollar broker – An exchange member that executes orders for other member firms when their floor brokers are especially busy.  Two-dollar brokers charge a commission for their services; the amount of the commission is negotiated.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Reason 213 Why I Shouldn't Have Kids

I just got upset about the fact that I my house plants want to be watered at least once every other week.

Can you imagine what would happen if I had kids that expected to be fed and changed several times a day?  Yeah, I know.  It'd be a disaster!

Why then are my younger siblings* betting that I'm going to be the next one to pop out a rugrat?  Probably because they think it'd be hilarious!

We'll see who has the last laugh.**



*Who will be 29, 28, and 27 this year.^

^Yes, I did that in reverse order.  Because I have to count backward from my own age.+

+Maybe this should have been titled Reason 4,209 Why I'm the Worst Sister EVER...

**In the last two minutes I've come to terms with the fact that I'm a bad sister and can't recall random facts like people's ages at the drop of a hat.  You know what?  I'm okay with it.

I'm so okay with my role as a bad sister that I'd have no problem making those bitches watch the video of me pooing all over a table while strangers have their hands in my junk, and a cantaloupe tares open my pink parts.  If this shit ever goes down, I'd make them watch it repeatedly and in slow motion.

And, I'd do it while nursing in plain sight.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Huh. So, I'm like a Piñata?

Yeah, maybe I am a little beat up,* but that's not what I mean when I liken myself to a piñata.  What I mean is that I'm full of candy and booze,^ just like how piñatas should be.

The weird thing is that I'm more drunk now - home, alone, with my cats~ - than I was in Vegas last week. 

All things considered I want to count Vegas as a win, but considering 1) I consumed less than five alcoholic beverages the entire four days I was in Nevada, 2) I came out $3 "ahead"+, 3) the most "action" I saw in Vegas was on a dance floor in the Paris casino and came in the form of an ass slap from a drunkard who had previously been rejected by my friend, AND a very large black man's warm, soft junk resting on my thigh as he tried to cross the dance floor, ** and 4) the hundreds of dollars I spent on food.^^

I had AMAZING food.  I had good food.  And, I had acceptable food.

When all was said and done I was just excited not to be in Oregon, which is probably why I'm planning my next two trips out of this hipster oasis.~~  I can only hope that it's sooner than later.***



*I totally have a bruise on my right wrist the size of a thumb that makes me look like an abused woman.  The strange thing is that I have no idea where it came from.

^Best.  Weekend.  Ever.

+I lost $2 on slots and won $5 at Casino War.  Granted, I spent less than 15 minutes gambling the entire tie I was in Nevada and promptly turned around and reinvested my $3 winnings in the casino in a form of a Diet Pepsi - I'll take every little win I can get.

~Living every teenage lesbians dream.  Too bad that I'm not a lesbian, right?

**I'm still not sure if this one was on purpose, due to the packed dance floor, or cut short thanks to my robot.  We may never know.

^^Now you know my weakness - food.  Also, my traveling companions all know my weakness for cheese.++

++I.  Love.  Cheese.

~~I just want to get out so, so badly.

***So, I get drunk, wake up with all sorts of strange bruises, and not feel ashamed.  Again.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Reason 129 Why I don’t Date Cont.


Sure, I complain about not dating, but since I’ve spent more time telling people how crazy I am* or listing out the reasons why a particular guy shouldn’t want to date me^ I probably shouldn’t be all that surprised.




*Yeah, okay, it’s true.  But, guys could probably figure it out in their own time, and before they do this girl might get a little action.

^Yes, this is the guy I was convinced would sell me into white slavery.


He wrote:

Yo,

So as it turns out, the [school] offered me a tenure-track position. I accepted. I'll be moving there in August. You know, to prepare the way for your glorious arrival and all. I was wondering whether my impressive new job, and raw animal magnetism, would be enough to seduce you. This gravy train is about to leave the station. Get on board now.

Sorry that kinda sounds creepy. What I really want to know is what you're up to these days, whether you'd like to get acquainted. I can't really say "re"acquainted, given that we didn't get too far in the acquainting process the first time around. Anyway, let me know.


I wrote:

That's wonderful news about the position with [the school].  Congratulations…!

I feel like it needs to be said - I don't think I can live up to all of the hype.

Personally, I think I'm pretty awesome.  However, this morning I belted out the theme song to "Golden Girls" with a coworker.  Last week, I forgot that I was in my work lunchroom and I burped like drunken frat boy.  I'm more likely to spend Friday nights hanging out with my cats, watching "Misfits" on Hulu or, generally, giving my neighbors another reason to believe that I'm either a recluse or a lesbian, than bar hopping or whatever else 30-year-olds are supposed to do with themselves.

Plus, I'm sure it's just a matter of time until a Chicagoland native sweeps you off your feet.  Hey, maybe you'll do better than I did at The Wiener's Circle.  (After my meal, I may or may not have redecorated the inside of someone's car with my stomach contents.
And, by "may or may not," I mean that I totally did.)  Chicago's great, and I'm sure that you can find someone much, much closer that would run - not walk - to get aboard your gravy train.

[Me]

P.S.  Given your upcoming move, I would encourage you to read "Devil in the White City."  I don't want to spoil it, but there's a murder hotel.  Complete with secret passageways and a body disposal room. Oh, yeah, and it's non-fiction.


He wrote:

That is the nicest rejection ever. Can we at least get a beer when I'm back in Portland? Throw me a bone!


I wrote:

Sounds like a plan, sir!~


~He asked me the same thing a few years ago, and that didn't happen.  So, I feel pretty safe about the fact that if I am sold into white slavery, this isn't going to be the guy who does it.

I wouldn’t consider them drinking buddies…


One of the major PSA[i] campaigns I remember from my college days posed the question, “Are you making friends or drinking buddies?”  It had never been a major concern of mine until tonight when I realized that I don’t have drinking buddies – I have eating buddies.

Growing up is funny, because relationships never turn out how you thought they would.  I have moved thousands of miles away from two of my best friends,[ii] and now that I live in the same city and the three of us work less than a mile from each other I feel less connected to them.  When I lived 3,000 miles away, there were several phone calls every month that lasted for over an hour and when I came home for winter vacation we would hang out for days on end.[iii]

Now we meet up once or twice a month for happy hour.

However, on my standing happy hour dates, I’m just as likely to order a Diet Pepsi with an appetizer as I am to drink my dinner.  This afternoon I received an e-mail from an eating buddy in another state about our upcoming trip to Vegas. Half the things she wanted to do involved food.[iv] That was about the time I realized that all of my best friends have somehow turned into or were always eating buddies.

That just leaves either my family[v] or my cats[vi] that I could consider my drinking buddies.

So, I’m thinking that I need to come to terms with my unhealthy relationship with food and as part of the cure – I should probably start drinking more.


Note to self:  Suck it up and go to one of the many, many neighborhood pubs and belly up to the bar already!


[i] For those of you who missed out on the glory of interning for a public television station in high school or working for your college radio station, a PSA is a Public Service Announcement.  The more you know!

[ii] Twice

[iii] Granted, the only difference between me crashing on a couch for a couple of days or a couple of weeks is about three inches of snow.  Thank you, Oregon, for snowing my ass in multiple times!

[iv] She wrote:

[Is] there anything special people wanted to do? Here's my wish list:
Diablo's Cantina nachos and margaritas (or whatever the place at Monte Carlo is called)
House of Blues - their blacked chicken sandwich is making my mouth water right now!
Free Pirates of Treasure Island and Exploding Volcano at Mirage shows at night
Fancy ladies dinner someplace where we all dress up!
Discount vegas show...Tara and I have been discussing
Also just found out they have a zipline over fremont street while the big ceiling light show is going on...for $20! Also I wouldn' tmind hitting up Madame Tussards...

[v] I drink much too much during my weekly family dinners.

[vi] Arguably, my cats are also my dinner companions, roommates, peeping toms…1

1 With those dirty jerks (see: perverts) sharing my adorable (see: tiny) studio, I’m never really alone during “alone time.” 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9; 10; 11; 12; 13; 14; 15; 16; 17; 18; 19

2 Yes, I’m talking about “double clicking my mouse.”

3 Rubbing one out

4 Going to the gym

5 Washing my hair

6 Airing my orchard

7 Watering my flower

8 Carpet bumpin’

9 Fluffin’ my muff

10 Going to the gym


12 Dipping my digits

13 Focusing on a hot button issue

14 Bangin’ my hood

15 Undergarment typing

16 Making cookies

17 I think I’m done

18 I was wrong – masturbating

19 Okay, and now I’m done

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

To all the Single Dudes on Valentine's Day

Listen, I get it.  It's Valentine's Day.

If you don't already have a special someone to hang out with tonight then you might as well find a lonely lady with low self esteem you can take advantage of, right?

You don't have to answer, I know I'm right.*

In short, you all need to stop acting like a bunch of d-bags.  Or, at the very least act like half a d-bag, so that I wouldn't mind grabbing a drink with the other half.

Wait.

If all y'all - d-bags or not - wear skinny jeans or man capris, "rock" an ironic mustache, may or may not be a hipster, or dressed up as "Where's Waldo"  or Santa for a pub crawl - I may need to reconsider the whole "not a lesbian" thing.



*I hadn't logged into OkCupid in weeks or maybe a month or more, but then today I get two messages back to back.  One was a simple, "Hey. How are you doing?​" but the other was something special.  A dude in a cowboy hat asking me, "Hi how ate you" and wishing me a "Happy valentines".

Seriously, I hope that dude in a cowboy hat didn't copy and paste that message to send it to ALL the ladies.  Or, if he did, I hope no one fell for it.  Yeah, I know.  There are tons of lonely ladies with low self esteem who are itching to put out tonight, but I'm not one of them.  Well, not to just anyone.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Reason one why I should go directly to bed after drinking my dinner


Dear Me,

Sure, it’s been a banner year so far,* so you go out with your two best friends and celebrate.  It’s the Tuesday before payday and you only have $15 to your name, so you decide to drink your dinner.^  What could go wrong, right?

Well, in this technological world, where you also decide that it’s an acceptable idea to post on your blog while you’re still drunk – anything could happen.  And, you know what?  It usually does.

Do you remember that nice guy you met on eHarmony over a year ago who turned out not to be in Portland, Ore. at all, but was actually living in London?  And, who quickly offered to pay for half of your plane ticket out there?  You know, the offer that happened so quickly that it convinced you that he was going to sell you into white slavery?

Yeah, that’s the one.

Guess what?  You’re home alone and drunk, and you’ve got an e-mail from him.  What do you do?

You decided to respond,^^ blog about it, and then finish watching “To Sir, with Love.”  Seriously, what in the hell is wrong with you?++




*Not only did you get a promotion, but the following week you won your company’s college football pool. 


^The happy hour at Cafe Nell is pretty decent, so three happy hour and one regular Widmer Hefeweizens later – you still have money to tip the nice gay boy who doubles as the bartender.


+ On Tue, Jan 10, 2012 at 4:48 PM, he wrote:

Hey there... I don't know whether you remember me. (If you don't, take a look at the exchange below.** It might jog your memory.) Anyway, I recall you saying that you planned to move to Chicago from Portland. Well, as it happens, I'll be traveling to Chicago for about five days on January 20th. I'll be interviewing and lecturing at the University of Illinois, Chicago. So there's a chance I may be in Chicago indefinitely. I was wondering whether you'd like to get a cup of coffee or a drink or something while I'm in town. I hope this doesn't make me seem like a hopeless obsessive, or a creep.

Best,
[Him] (the guy from London, remember?)


**It was an e-mail exchange alright.  One from October 2010.


^^Yes, I remember you.  Sadly, the dream has not yet come to fruition.
I'm still in Portland, but I'm a step closer in my plan to take
Chicago by storm.

Good luck on the interviews and give my best to the windy city.


++Where ever shall we start?