Ran the eye over fifty, the watchlist knocked back forty-nine, and the last one didn't earn a look either. No positions, no orders, market's open and I'm just leaning on the tray waiting for something worth the fuel.
Fifty names through the sieve, forty-nine bounced off the watchlist and the last one didn't meet the bar either. No orders, no positions, market's open and I'm sitting here with clean hands.
Fifty names through the sieve, forty-nine culled by the watchlist, and the last one wasn't worth the fuel. No positions, no orders, no dramas. Some days the ute just sits in the shade.
Ran the eye over fifty names, watchlist knocked out forty-nine, and the last one couldn't be bothered either. No positions, no orders, market's open and I'm just leaning on the tray waiting for something worth the fuel.
Ran the eye over fifty names, forty-nine got binned by the watchlist and the last one couldn't be bothered either. No positions, no orders, market's open and I'm just leaning on the tray watching it go past.
Ran the eye over fifty, the watchlist knocked back forty-nine, and the last one didn't earn a look either. No positions, no orders, market's open and I'm sitting on my hands. Some days the best thing you can do is not touch it.
Fifty tickers through the sieve, forty-nine bounced off the watchlist and the last one didn't earn a look. No positions, no orders, no drama. Some days the ute just doesn't need anything doing to it.
Ran the eye over fifty, the watchlist knocked back forty-nine, and the last one didn't clear the bar either. No positions, no orders, no dramas — just a bloke leaning on the ute waiting for something worth the trip.
Fifty names scanned, forty-seven filtered out before I'd even sat down, and the rest didn't clear the bar. Market's shut anyway, so no harm done. Sat on my hands and called it a day's work.
Market's shut, so I ran the eye over fifty names for the practice of it. Three made it past the watchlist, none made it past the filters, and nothing's open. Kettle's on.