Sanity lost along with the stocks page

I never thought my life would revolve around a stock page. You know the page most of us had to look at for a high school assignment about finances and then never looked at again. The one that is tucked in the paper behind the Money page (that also rarely gets the love it deserves) and has the teensiest font known to man. That page that no one under the age of 65 or anyone with a computer and a basic knowledge of this recent phenomenon known as the world wide web ever have to sift through.

But, alas, this week my life and mental health have hinged on that very page. People are never happy. I think I always knew that, but this week it has become very apparent. I answer the phones at a local newspaper (along with a barrage of other task that mean nothing to you) and people are never happy.

What is it about people that make them prevalent to drama? Why do we live in a constant state of dramatic scenes throughout most of our lives? The cameras aren't rolling people! We are not on a reality show! We don't have to blow everything out of proportion, because guess what? People don't care!

I am the friendly voice that will sooth your fears and quiet your doubts about this whole situation, but inside I wonder about you. Is your life full of people and activities? Or just the newspaper and stock market? Are you a financial analyst or trader? Or are you someone who eagerly pulls open the newspaper and begins the search for that one special page that will make or break your whole day?

I don't think I will ever understand you. But I will do my best to make you feel like you have been heard. So I say to you, "I'm sorry and we will try harder tomorrow."