I thought so many monitors was to compensate for small dicks, not small boobs. What do I have to buy if I want people to think I'm hung like a stallion on viagra?
Good thing his little pet dog (sitting under those screens) is plastic. I have a feeling the real one died from cancer related to second hand smoke. Interesting note, the first trading desk I was on was occupied by a trader who traded in Hong Kong for a long time before reaching Chicago. His nickname was stinky. Unfortunately, he was not Asian so we can't have fun stereotyping. Maybe it is something in that HK water. He was one grimey, smelly bastard.
Apparently this guy is a barrister turned full time trader. The coach should give him a call to exchange notes. ;-)>