What My Unconscious Mind Considers Good Stockbroking Advice, According to a Dream I Just Had Where I Was a Stockbroker Getting Advice
"Keep selling those things."
"Low and high. Always remember that."
"Never forget: the more you sell, the more you maintain."
Of course, maybe when I dreamed I was a stockbroker, my brain was actually generating a Brechtian satire of corporate culture. If so, it worked. The fourth thing my supervisor said was, "Keep up this volume level, and we'll give you a reward." And then he pulled out of his desktop a medal: a red-white-and-blue ribbon attached to an honest-to-god brass sheriff's star with a ruby in the center. That's when I woke up. Who needs an alarm clock when you've got this much implausibility?
"Low and high. Always remember that."
"Never forget: the more you sell, the more you maintain."
Of course, maybe when I dreamed I was a stockbroker, my brain was actually generating a Brechtian satire of corporate culture. If so, it worked. The fourth thing my supervisor said was, "Keep up this volume level, and we'll give you a reward." And then he pulled out of his desktop a medal: a red-white-and-blue ribbon attached to an honest-to-god brass sheriff's star with a ruby in the center. That's when I woke up. Who needs an alarm clock when you've got this much implausibility?
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