Ahhhhh, the joys of Black Friday. Idiots in a mall to start things off.
You were off of work on Thursday. You ate turkey. You watched football. Maybe you drank beer. Whether you had Friday off or not, you were damn well going to make it in, to shop, not to the office, and get those special black friday deals.
You got to sleep early, maybe you even went and slept in your car, dedicated asshole shopper that you are. Whatever the circumstances, you got there early. WAY early. You got to the mall before the sun did, before the warmth did, before anything but you and the other maniacs shoppers.
You fought the cold. You fought the crowds. You dealt with the smell of people who had the foresight to get to the mall early, but forgot their deodorant and the toothpaste and toothbrush. You fought the rush and the crush. You got your Zhu Zhu hamsters for your daughter. You got that PSP 3000 w/Gran Turismo for your son. You missed out on the “crocodile dentist chomper” game for your nephew Smedley, what the hell ever that is (the wife said get it, so you looked), but you got the boy some schweet toy cars. Boys and cars, that mix never gets old.
You spent 12 hours shopping, you got the Ipod at Wal-mart, the last one in the store, you kinda ran over the old woman to get it. She got you back though, ran over your bad toe. She apologized too, so you couldn’t say much, so you just mumbled a “that’s OK” even though both of you knew it it was really about you almost flattening her. Small price to pay.
$275, plus tax.
You got most of what you wanted. Even that hot lil number for the wife at Victoria’s secret. Now your credit card is so hot your wallet is smoking, you’ve spent more than you have… Again. The bank account is significantly smaller than it was yesterday, and the car payment is due on Tuesday. So is the rent. Cable and the electric the week after.
Nice start to the Holidays, Isn’t it? Makes you just wanna sing Christmas carols, Dun’it?
Easy for me to pontificate, I don’t have any friggin money. But then again, who does? I wouldn’t have the money for retail therapy (as my wife likes to call mall excursions) of the kind i mentioned without knocking over a $^%#$% bank.
Happy to report that the stock market fell much less than I thought it would. Signs showed a big drop looming for Friday on the dow, a 3+% drop early Friday morning, but the market only lost around 1.5% today, dropping 154 points. We can hope that today’s market drop, caused in part by a weak dollar and billions in debt from Dubai, will even out and not be troublesome like the signs early friday morning indicated they would be. It can’t be that bad. The Dax and the FTSE both ended Friday in positive territory.
Watching a bloomberg viddy (embedding for this viddy has been disabled, click here to watch it) talking about the Dubai debt crisis. “Look where greed is going at the greatest pace…and they’ll see where the next problems are gonna unravel.” Buddy, you are talking about WALL STREET INVESTORS. These guys are f****** vultures, They live by the Gordon Gecko “Greed is good” philosophy. Follow your advice and you’ll have people putting their money in holes in their mattresses.
Which I am sure a few are, but you don’t need to PUSH them to do it like that.
In the meantime, the people actually in Dubai are having a very rough go of it. I can sympathize with the workers being stuck in the middle here.
That’s it from here. Later!
Today’s nuggets, Via Wikiquote: Wise men profit more from fools than fools from wise men; for the wise men shun the mistakes of fools, but fools do not imitate the successes of the wise. Cato
To hold the same views at forty as we held at twenty is to have been stupefied for a score of years, and take rank, not as a prophet, but as an unteachable brat, well birched and none the wiser. Robert Louis Stevenson
We should be careful to get out of an experience only the wisdom that is in it— and stop there; lest we be like the cat that sits down on a hot stove-lid. She will never sit down on a hot stove-lid again— and that is well; but also she will never sit down on a cold one anymore. Mark Twain