I’ve never gotten so many calls from worried investment bankers and money fund managers as I have this morning. Every one wants to alleviate any worries I might have about their products’ exposures to current market turmoil. Without getting into details, we’re not holding any positions that would cause me any worries, but I appreciate the calls. Actually, the only worries I have is that these people must be under bad pressure and stress. My propensity to make jokes to ease their strain has me wanting to josh them about not stepping out on their window ledges, but apparently I do indeed possess an untapped reservoir of self-restraint, as well as a few brain cells that recognize utter inappropriateness when they encounter it. Who knew?
I fear that you holding those kind of remarks in all day will lead to trouble for those of us at home!
Mr. Gryff, I would like to challenge you to a game of pool. Or perhaps we could just get together and compare dog notes. I don’t like LinkedIn. Email me and I will send you my digits.
Please. I have no friends, and I think I shall soon devolve into someone who gives a shit about politics if I don’t get out and embarrass myself doing something I haven’t for too long.