All right, back home.
Tried yet another movie theater, "fiamma". Then I went to the hard rock cafe and ate some... shrimps and chicken with some other mexican ingredients... recipe. Can't remember the name.
For being a depressing day, after the talk with human resources and "job rotation" which really means "the boss dislikes you", I handled it very well. Normally I would have come home and traded discretionary.
My boss Jimmy Conway may decide to not get rid of me in the end. He changes his mind every day. So let him bluff all he wants, pretending he didn't tell the human resources lady that he wants to be rid of me.
How did i handle it:
1) bought ticket
2) went to a bar and drank a beer
3) went and watched 45 minutes of the movie, then left - it didn't suck too badly
4) went to hard rock cafe and ate my non-vegan meal and drank two more beers, all part of my new non-tampering methodology
Still drunk as i type.
Let's now check the... battlefield, I hope I didn't miss any trades due to lack of margin:
The good news is that I didn't miss any trades and didn't tamper. The bad news is that the systems lost about 2000 dollars. Most of it on the NG_ID_2 trade. Might have done even worse had I tampered.
We'll see how it evolves during the day.
I was expecting a week when I'd lose 4000 dollars. This might be it. I've already lost 3000, since reaching a peak of 12,500 a few days ago.
Good thing I can still trade after this.
Some readers may be happy about this, because they didn't believe in my systems and said to hold out so we'd see if they work or if they don't. It doesn't matter if they fail: it's all statistics. You may be right and lose, and you may be wrong and win. All that matters is that the stats were in favor of using the systems, and they were.
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I may be done with watching movies, because I am tired of drinking all these beers. Besides, I got a little bit used to not trading. It worked. At the same time, I might relapse.
If I could just replace going to the movies with sleeping at home, i'd save money and beer belly. Yeah, because i am getting one despite my vegan diet. You can keep your weight at the same level by being vegan, but if you drink beer, you still get a beer belly.
Let's live. Let's live to see what the future has in store for me. I am much better than the crappy situation I am in and things are bound to get better for me, provided something unexpected doesn't happen. I am relying on my fate, which means I am relying on probability. Such crappy people as my colleagues cannot be doing better than me for too long. I don't believe I have anything to fear from the future. Things are bound to get better.
I mean, take work: they're a bunch of mediocre people and they could even gang up on me, out of envy, out of whatever, and fire me. So what? Things are still bound to get better, maybe sharply better because of getting fired. Provided nothing unexpected happens, my situation will improve.
There we go. We're talking probability again. If you do things according to probability, you can't say you "have nothing to fear", but you can say that odds are on your side. And right now I believe odds are on my side. I haven't been acting according to wise-ass stats. I behave according to my morals, but even my morals in the long run yield good results, overall. Even hard-working people who do not kiss up have a good outcome in the end. Maybe I won't become a politician or even a CEO. But by being honest and sincere and hard-working and intelligent I am not going to be prone to failure. Even hard work pays off. Not just kissing up, socializing, lying, dishonesty. Honesty and hard-work have some rewards, other than spiritual and psychological. I'll keep going based on my ideals, and disregard the fact that everyone else is behaving differently. I believe in myself even at a time when everyone seems to be ganging up on me. Yep, I believe in myself and believe that I am much better than the whole bank put together. I don't care how low-ranking an employee I am.
I like beer, though. It puts me in a relaxed state of mind and I can enjoy being normal and not obsessing about things for a few hours. The child, the exorcist child beyond the wall, is now screaming the same sentence over and over again, and I don't mind. Go figure that. May he get run over by a roadroller.