A couple of years ago my Grandmother gave me some stock for Christmas. Since then I have set up a little portfolio, watched it anxiously as it quivered and quavered with the whims of the NYSE. However, before I started all this MBA nonsense I was only concerned with the bottom line - How much is this stuff worth?? Ho, Ho,... but now that I am all the wiser in matters of Financial Reporting and the like, the rhyme is starting to jive with the reason. So, last week when my little pieces of paper started climbing the heights, I chortled with delight, but was gradnly dismayed when it took a nosedive based on the slightly revised quarterly earnings.
Ah, that fickle market, how it yanky my midas desires to and fro.
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