Wednesdays Girl

If you have ever totally screwed up an options order, then you know the hollow, loveless feeling that grips you almost instantly. The sunken brow, and heartless pain that sinks in slowly, because you know it's nobody's fault but your own. And it gets worse. Before the words even form sentences, you have to sit and listen to the berating that comes from the other end of the phone. "You fucking idiot! What the fuck were you doing? I'm not taking that fill report!!" Or better yet, "I'm taking a fill jagoff!!" There is no solace as you know that in reality you are only as good as your last trade. And this just may be your last trade. You have to think, "Maybe the crowd will bust them?" But there is no way in hell that will happen, because you have spent your entire career picking off market makers, causing them many sleepless nights of financial fret. But remember the words of our Headless Squirrel Zenmaster, "You can only do what you can do." Sounds stupid I know, but when you are staring your future squarely in the face, and stocks are collapsing all around you, it kind of makes sense. That and the above picture of Jessica Alba pretending to care.