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Previously on "The whole of reality is conspiring against me"
I should bloody pull my finger out and get this business back together so I can stick to analysis and trading, and hire someone to do all the techie bits and bobs that I am clearly rubbish at these days.
do it now while there are lots of people available to recruit and while your shirt is clean
But if you'd written down what it was called, you wouldn't have needed to remember it. Or blog/twitter/post about it.
I'm useless at remembering stuff, so I write it all down. That way my mind is free to think rather than remember...
If only ........
I should bloody pull my finger out and get this business back together so I can stick to analysis and trading, and hire someone to do all the techie bits and bobs that I am clearly rubbish at these days.
I’ve only got one item on my HAB Inc todo list for today – finish a program to update some details for US Futures in my reference database based on a FIXML file.
However, it has been one thing after another today stopping me from getting on with it. I’ve had bastards knocking on my door to read the ‘elecy, phone calls, internet modem going mental, clients asking stupid questions, and so on.
Now, I sit down to get on with it and I can’t remember what the thing is called and what directory it is in. So while I am posting this I am doing a search on the other machine to find it.
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