Forex Signalled My Way to Riches

The other week a colleague at work had been telling me about how he intended to make a killing on the financial market for trading currencies I was absolutely ignorant that any of this even existed in the real world so I began to glaze over when he was going on about all the ins and out using jargon and terms that, I am sure to the right people would mean a great deal but as far as I was concerned he would be as well talking to me in Polish. I mean, what on earth are forex signals. I would have loved to have known what he was talking about though because when he started talking about figures he estimated to earn I was suddenly very keen.

On every occasion people have spoke about financial markets or the stock market, I have always thought of them in a situation from an 80's film. Maybe Tom Cruise or Judge Reinhold would be there, an old grey haired terrifying boss, luxurious suits and filofaxes and a mobile phone the size of a small car. I had always found it difficult to take it seriously because of these pictures I would get in my head in spite of knowing the limitless amount of stress and wealth involved and how globaly important the whole thing was. I made my mind up, I was going to quiz my colleague further, finding out what all the jargon meant as well as how I could get my slice of the pie.

So sidling up next to him at the water cooler all laid back and cool I asked about the signal forex service, I recalled him saying that before, and again he went off into a rant. I think the dilemma was not so much the subject matter as the 'lecturer' and as his depressing monetone voice droned on for what seemed like an eternity I found myself slipping into an alternative reality where I was actually IN the 80's film, some of the high jinx that myself and Cruise got up to was wonderful then just as Molly Ringwald was beginning to get a little bit over friendly with me, you know what I mean, I was hit with the big question.

"So are you in?" he repeated. After stammering and stuttering I took a leaf out of Derek Trotters book and dared to win by agreeing to be "in". After finding out what I was in I did feel a brief few days of dread and panic but as I sit here now on my yacht I am pretty sure I made the correct choice in diving in head first.

I had better be on the run now, good luck to you. [l]