One of my favorite expressions is “back in the day”. Today it is used by young Geckos everywhere to refer to some time as recent as, say, 2004 or 2005 to gain cred, or anytime pre-2008-meldown as if that makes the sad author of said statement not a recent wanna be jet jockey. It’s not too different than the common sales trader that refers to Robert O’ Dumper, the head trader at Intergallactic Capital as just “Bobbie”, as if he’s known him since childhood. This is the same sniveling wanker who, seeing the same head trader at a conference, would rally to his side and kneel, knee pads strapped on tight calling him Mr. Dumper Sir, asking if he can get him a cocktail like he’s Howard K. Stern or Bobby Trendy.
The fact is, in this business, “Back in the Day” can only refer to some period before your current spouse, or for you “don’t-ask,don’t-tell” fellows, pre corn hole. I love nothing more than to hear some junior Junior tell me a “back in the day” story, about how he couldn’t believe his customer came in to sell some pile of dog squeeze and put 5c on it, as if that was some modern miracle. Unless you were around when things traded for 1/8s and 1/4s and a real spread was after the close when your secretary bent over the conference room table and you didn’t get sued, you used a Quotron, and did bullets in the can because the smell of 10 day old Steak and Brew coming from the stall next door didn’t matter, you have no clue what back in the day was. Now, I know you’re thinkin’ …”Dinosaur”!
Maybe, but let me tell you one thing. Until you’ve DP’d the chick who heads up HR with your sales trader buddy and the two of you not only do not get sued but rather promoted to partner, you ain’t been back in the day. All you were doing McFly, when the stuff really went down, was watching Back to the Future I, waiting for the clock to strike 10:04 pm so you could launch to yesteryear in your De Lorean. You don’t know Bud Fox from Michael J. Fox.
So, clock a ticket, get a floor look, fire up some Masters tickets on the way back from the boat to Bimini, and take a real report Bud Fox. The days of glory are gone. Listen to Dopey, and sing along with the Boss young Winthorp…
I had a friend was a big Wall Street Trader
Back in the day…
He could throw bids right by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar
I was walking in, he was walking out
We went back inside sat down had a few drinks
but all he kept talking about was
Back in the day
In the wink of a young girl’s eye
Back in the days, back in the days
Well there’s a girl that lives up the block
back in day she could suck every one on the desk’s cock
Sometimes on a Friday I’ll stop by
and have a few drinks ’till i become a total mess
Her and some head trader used to pile drive for orders
I guess it’s been a billion shares ago
We just sit around talking about writing tickets
she says when she feels like crying
she starts laughing thinking about
Back in the day
In the wink of a young girl’s eye
Back in the days, back in the days
Now I think I’m going down to Dopey’s tonight
and I’m going to drink till I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I don’t sit around thinking about it
but I probably will
Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture
a little of the glory of, that extra 1/8 or 1/4
and leaves you with nothing mister but
boring stories of …
Back in the day
In the wink of a young girl’s eye
Back in the days, back in the days
-Priapus
3 responses to “Back in the Day”
I can’t believe I let Dopey down. I am sure that if I were alot nicer, he’d still be here. But this sight was so sexist! Oh well, where can I go now?
A blonde was speeding in a 35 mile per hour zone when a local police cruiser pulled her over.
The police officer who walked up to the car also happened to be a blonde. She asked for the blonde’s driver’s license.
The driver searched frantically in her purse for a while and finally said to the blonde policewoman, “What does a driver’s license look like?’
Irritated, the blonde cop said, “You dummy, it’s got your picture on it!”
The blonde driver frantically searched her purse again and found a small, rectangular mirror down at the bottom. She held it up to her face and said, “Aha! This must be my driver’s license”, then handed it to the blonde policewoman.
The blonde cop looked in the mirror, handed it back to the driver and said, “You’re free to go. And, if I had known you were a police officer too, we could have avoided all of this.”
Well done Priapus….