Sad Guys on Trading Floors

Hey Bill, what’s the name of the place that we work? I can never remember. It’s like… N.. YE-something?

I say! You there, fetch me a baker’s dozen shares of Amalgamated Steel Sundry. Post haste!

Oh yeah, he has a little Captain In Him.™

WHY did I order the TINY flag. Damn it… STUPID! STUPID! What was I THINKING!

This is what a trader looks like to the Dow… when it’s on the floor… writhing in pain.

Look! Over there! A Unicorn!

So… what are you doing after work tonight? You maybe want to… I dunno… come back to my place… maybe open some wine and… oh never mind.

Working at a stock exchange is like being at an old white guy rave EVERY DAY!

This is actually a neat trick. He can stuff his head into his body just like a turtle! It’s the trader’s only natural defense against predators.

Here’s a photo from when Chuck accidentally hit the “destroy the economy” button with his elbow. Silly Chuck.