CONFESSIONS OF A DAY TRADER - a fictional account (?)
You know that feeling? When you look at your charts and that gift of a trade just leaps out at you? It cannot be wrong! It just cannot fail! Everything points to this market falling 80 pips! And the good thing is no one else has noticed it yet!
The plastic under my finger on the mouse left button winces and creaks as I whack in my order. And a few milliseconds later, as sure as ever, my true, loyal and wonderful broker shows it there on my screen ā a good price! I am so smart! There it is, before any of those clever bank guys in the city have even yawned over their Times newspapers and first coffees. They sure will be sore as hell when they get to their offices and have to explain to their bosses why they missed todayās golden opportunity! I decide to wander off for my first coffee of the morning with a somewhat involuntary smirk on my face ā well, ok, not so involuntary, in fact rather smug if Iām honest with myself!
So an hour later I wander back to my screen to see whether it has reached my target yet and ā¦.what?..it hasnāt moved a single pip! What is the matter with these guys? Do they think it is a National Holiday today or something?.. First panic - it isnāt a National Holiday today is it? Quick checkā¦ā¦sigh of relief, no, it is a normal trading day ā except it isnāt normal because none of those city guys are earning their big salaries and trading this obvious move of mine yet!!
The day passes, London ends, NY openingā¦ā¦NY closing. The best weāve seen all day is about -20 pips up and +20 pips down andā¦ā¦ where are we right now? at my bedtime? Yep, MINUS ONE PIP!!!
Well I am not going to close this cert trade for a loss of one pip, thatās for sure!!! Besides, those Asian guys, they know a good trade when they see one! They do things differently! They are smart and they have the money! They , if anyone, will see this gift of a trade, if anyone. I will leave the trade open overnightā¦ā¦those guys will help!
Dawn breaks, the birds are singing and eating sunflower seeds off the birdtable as I open my PC. A thrill of expectation trembles through my nerves as I watch the chart opening ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦.
What?..never!!.. my trade is still open and sitting at MINUS 15 pips! What is wrong with those Asian guys?? Have they got their Ichimugus stuck up the Heikin Asses today or what!! Why donāt they get their dumb brains out of their cloud Kumo lands and see this trade of the week staring at them??? Although, I confess to myself, it isnāt shining quite like gold anymoreā¦ā¦ but anyway, letās see what this morning bringsā¦ā¦
Happily the London guys know a thing or two, they are the cream, hell, I even worked in London myself in my early days, I knew some of these guys. And sure enough I allow myself another, āI told you soā type grin as they, sure enough, bring it back down from -15 pips to breakeven. Well, not exactly, it is actually sitting there as -1 pipā¦.and staying thereā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦.and staying thereā¦ā¦and staying there. Teasing me with that little red minus symbol!
Its that damn broker of mine! It is all his fault! It has been at MINUS 1 to 5 pips all morning! That guy in my brokerās office that they employ full-time just to turn that knob that has my name on it every time it gets near breakevenā¦ā¦if I ever find out who he is there will be trouble. I am going to change my broker! I am not gonna let this guy ruin my trading career!
Lunchtime comes and goes. I see my wife outside enjoying her gardening in the sunshine. Its alright for her, she doesnāt have to do the worrying about our finances. She admits she has no idea about those ācomplicatedā things. But it didnāt help this morning at breakfast when she casually remarked that her idea of investing in that property fund advertised by our bank has now made over 15% this year, and that we havenāt even had to look at it, let alone do anythingā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦.(I remember (but donāt mention) that I had said at the time, in my superior fashion, being a trader and all that, that it was just another scam to earn fees for the bank)ā¦ā¦
But I am uneasy, Iām beginning to doubt my own resolve. Maybe I was wrong, maybe for some reason this was not such a certain trade, maybe I should just dump it for minus a pip or two? afterall there is always another trade! Having thought it, I couldnāt shake, I had to get out of that positionā¦ā¦
So with a dented ego and a fear of failure I go back to my screen to salvage what I canā¦ā¦What? MINUS 35 pips??? How? Why? What? Who? Whatās happened? I scramble through news pagesā¦nothing! nothing nowhere!!!
Thankfully, the market starts to drops back as NY gets going and is now only -5 pips. Thank goodness, I can close out without any major damage! I smack the mouse and there it is closed! What a relief!
I am looking at a 15min bar chart, suddenly the price has dropped back even further to my original entry level. I feel the first traces of anger and tension in my chest, I could have got out at breakeven. Some dumb spokesman has just said something about interest rates, the price drops some moreā¦.hell, I could have even closed out with a small profit by now if Iād waited a few minutes!
Then it happens, the price collapses, and within the same 15 min bar, the trade that I had been the first guy in the world to spot 30 odd hours earlier crashes straight through what was my target levelā¦ā¦ā¦
I am getting very good at imitating Red Indian war dances and I promptly rehearse one of my best versions of it around the workroom. The vocals are even more pronounced than usual. My wife walks past the door carrying some flowers she has cut from the flower beds. She barely glances at me, she has seen it all before. āWould you like a cup of tea?ā is all I hear through the red, orange, and brown colours of my frustration and bitterness.
But as a day trader and an eternal optimist, I have to reassure myself: āThere is always tomorrowā, I eventually tell myself, once Iāve calmed down a bit, that is. Tomorrow I will get it back - and some more. Afterall, Iām a day traderā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦. 15% in a property fund indeed! Iāll show her what I can really do - tomorrow, that isā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦.yes, thatās it, afterall, Iām a day trader, arenāt I?