Does Fraud Create Alpha?

January 4th, 2021 by Potato

[Editor’s note: I’ve been sitting on this draft for a few months. Other than compiling some ideas from others and ranting a bit, the post as it is isn’t all that original. I thought the really clever bit would be to add some actual research and back-testing on fads and frauds to semi-seriously answer the question, but that turned out to be too much work and I now realize I’m never going to do that much research and stats even if there’s a chance that it’s more than just a lark. Anyway, I figured you may as well get to read it instead of killing it off. This one certainly isn’t investment advice, and I’m not alleging any companies or people are frauds here — I’m linking to the allegations and cases where I can, innocent until proven guilty, etc. etc.]

Elon Musk tweeted out in the middle of the trading day: “Am considering taking Tesla private at $420. Funding secured.”

Funding was not secured, not remotely. It was one of the most egregious and blatant cases in living memory and the SEC filed fraud charges. It revealed significant problems with corporate controls given that his Twitter account was identified as a channel for official company communications, and looked like a slam-dunk open-and shut case for the SEC.

Yet he settled for a slap on the wrist: no D&O ban, no forced divestiture of his holdings, just a requirement to add two new independent directors, and a $20M penalty (the company also paid $20M). Less than two years later, he got an incredible pay package tied to the stock price, orders of magnitude larger than the fine, despite the company still not producing an annual profit [at the time — it has eeked one out between drafting and posting this] and even clawing back bonuses for its workers. Oh, and despite coming very close to driving the company into the ground along the way (though there was no going concern language in its reporting at the time).

Securities regulators are broken. They are not working to protect investors or provide for rational, functioning markets. It was only at the last minute that the SEC stopped a bankrupt company from issuing more stock that it knew to be worthless. It’s the golden age of fraud.

And it’s not just a SEC problem. Germany’s BaFin failed spectacularly in regulating Wirecard, even prosecuting people working to expose issues at the company, instead of taking their leads and investigating the company (i.e., their jobs). And here in Canada, we have a patchwork mess of regulators. Not just the provincial securities regulators, where even when they get someone, the penalties can be the cost of doing business, but even within a province we can have different regulatory bodies letting problems slide. Bad actors can use the courts as a weapon, and even if you win a SLAPP suit, it can be costly and disruptive to your life, while bad actors buy themselves months or years more time to keep fleecing investors as critics and defenders of everyday investors are forced into silence.

Bad actors have free reign in the capital markets. None has put it quite so boldly as Musk’s “I do not respect the SEC,” (or the 2020 remix) but the days of fearing the wrath of the regulators appear to be a quaint figment of history. And regulatory capture is such a joke they don’t even try to hide it any more.

Indeed, I have heard it said1 that frauds are some of the best investments out there. After all, they don’t have earnings misses when the numbers are fake anyway.

Or as some have so eloquently put it: Fraud creates alpha2.

As an investor, you almost have3 to assign some portion of your portfolio to frauds and fads to keep up. And given that there is no downside any longer, as a CEO or Director of a company, you have a fiduciary duty to commit fraud2.

That’s a fine angry rant against the state of the markets as they sit today. If we had elections for OSC or SEC head, I might be just ticked off enough to throw my hat in the ring (or go campaigning for someone with a more protectionist bent). But that’s not how it works. There’s nothing to do but rant and carry on. Yet I keep coming back to that lovely, infuriating phrase:

Fraud creates alpha.

It’s a thing that we say — shaking our heads and laugh-crying — to encapsulate the absurdity of our times. But… is it true? Does fraud create alpha? Like in a systematic way? Should we be checking if it might be a 6th factor in the Fama-French schema to round out size, value, profitability, and investment?

Let’s make it F&F — fads and frauds, because that’s another area where there has been some outsized stock performance lately. Indeed, it’s almost like that litmus test of the Nigerian scams, where the emails are purposefully full of spelling mistakes to try to weed out those who may not be sufficiently gullible. The business models in some cases have no hope of working, or at least will never reasonably justify the stock price4. But that’s likely the point — as long as no fundamental analysts are buying it anyway, then the sky’s the limit. 3X revenue may be crazy-sauce in a low-margin business, but once you’re already there, 7X is really no crazier! And with a touch of what some may interpret to be stock manipulation, why not see if we can shoot for 20X while we’re at it?

Many modern “success stories” are incinerators of capital, serially selling stock to fill the hole created by losses and growth for growth’s sake, though as a side effect they have created a world where our lifestyles are subsidized by dumb capital. Oh, and skirting (or at the very least, bending) the law is a key element of disruption for many of these start-ups — from how they pay and treat their workforce as independent contractors, to flaunting municipal taxi, zoning, or other laws, if not securities laws themselves.

We who can recite the Litany of Saint Graham (“In the short run the market is a voting machine, but in the long run it is a weighing machine”) believe that fads and frauds will one day crash. Some people even make their living shorting them. But far too often, they go up first. They go up a lot.

And therein is the question: do fads & frauds create alpha? Now if you hold until they crash — assuming they do eventually crash and burn — then you’d think not, it would be trivial. To cite the Disciple of Graham, a string of impressive numbers multiplied by a single zero is still a zero. But if you take an approach where you rebalance away as they go parabolic, there might be something there. In an equal-weight portfolio of shit, you may not care much when your German payment processor is finally de-listed if your California vapourware company has sextupled in value. It’s skewness of returns in over-drive.

So let’s build an index and backtest. For example, if you buy in as soon as a report or article or forum post first suggests something fishy, and then rebalance away after each doubling (to other F&Fs or a core market portfolio if you run out of ideas), would that generate alpha?

This is the point where I thought actually doing a bunch of research and math would make the post more fun (and maybe even prove or disprove the point instead of just ranting), but it’s also a lot of work and it’s been many months since I first drafted this and I don’t think I’m ever going to get the research/math part done. So I will leave the idea there — maybe someone else with some time on their hands can go back a few decades and see if you can construct an index of fads & frauds and some rules (equal weighting? trend-something?), and see if it provides improved risk-adjusted returns.

1. Likely Carson Block on a podcast — apologies to whoever said it as I didn’t keep the source, but I think it was a podcast and not an article if that helps.
2. I think this can be attributed to TC. There’s probably more in here that can be attributed to the Chartcast.
3. No you don’t especially if you’re a smart passive investor, this is a whiny post and not actual investment advice.
4. I have heard it said (Chanos?) that one of the worst things for a fad company to do is to make a profit because it’s stock will crash when it suddenly goes from being valued based on some dream about TAM to being valued on a price/cash flow or price/earnings basis.

The 2020 Dumpster Fire

January 4th, 2021 by Potato

Phew, 2020’s over (or almost over, as Scalzi makes a good point about the calendar not truly representing the essence of 2020).

What a dumpster fire of a year. I had huge plans going into the year: I was taking time off work to take care of my dad, which was going to leave me with so much free time to update the blog (not just post more, but re-brand or whatever), write a book or two or three… and just none of that happened. I didn’t even play any cool video games, as my brain seemed stuck in neutral and was just fine playing the classics again and again.

And speaking of the old brain working at half speed, I already whined about this. I said back in September that I thought I was doing a bit better. And I suppose that’s true, though I didn’t make much progress on the side quests. I started working the day job again in October, and that seems to be about my limit. I’m working from home (global pandemic and a non-essential worker whose usual desk is in a hospital hell yeah I’m working from home), which means I’m saving a good two, two-and-a-half hours every day on my horrific commute, so a small part of myself keeps saying I should have time to edit that podcast episode and actually release it, or write a book chapter, or get something done… but that’s not the proper baseline. I suppose my brain is doing a bit better than the middle part of 2020 if I can manage to not get fired, but that’s about all I’ve got right now.

Anyway, it’s over. I missed all the goals for 2020, time to feel sorry for myself. And most of what I wanted to accomplish was not physically impeded by the pandemic (or dad’s death), so the only excuse that provides is that I was sad and mopey.

But that’s hyperbole. (Fitting as the expression originated with Hyperbole and a Half) I mean, I fell way, way short of what I wanted for 2020: gaining back weight, making no progress on the books, etc., etc. But way short is not nothing.

After procrastinating for an embarrassingly long time (esp. as a personal finance guy), I finally wrote an updated will to include instructions for what should happen with my kid (and she’s only 8 so I procrastinated for less than a decade — victory!). Part of the issue was getting both parents to a lawyer in meatspace — a surely insurmountable problem that neither of us had the motivation or time to deal with at the same time. For 8 years running. Finally I decided to use an online service (I used legalwills.ca but I’m sure Willful works too if you have also been procrastinating). So hey, that’s done.

I updated the CPP calculator for 2021’s numbers (which I didn’t manage to do for 2020’s YMPE).

I think I have my dad’s estate mostly handled (there’s still the Smart car to sell, and one account left to close, plus all the tax filing — but mostly). [PS: anyone looking for a 2016 Smart Fortwo that’s been sitting in a garage for a year and a half?]

And I started learning to play the ukulele. That’s a big step because I’m not the least bit musical. I couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket, and often lose time clapping along to a song. Wayfare still stares in amazement when I practice: “It’s like watching a dog talk. It’s not something you ever expected to see.” So I guess that’s progress of some sort? I also put Duolingo on my phone and have been practicing my French (with a 253-day streak as of this posting!)

The big book idea was tentatively titled the Personal Finance Mission Binder and it was all about planning — especially around emergency funds and various disasters. It had a chapter on “Rules for Freaking Out” in the detailed outline (which was all pre-pandemic), which may have been handy to have finished earlier this spring (though who really knows, it may have been terrible). Even though I did absolutely nothing for it this year and missed out on the best possible timing for a book on that topic, I can cross it off my list now! Because after this nobody’s going to need a book on emergency funds or preparedness (and I’ll bet that 10 other authors are going to be inspired to write one).

And one thing I hadn’t actually had on my to-do list but wanted for a long time was to get another pet. My cat was a magical one, who didn’t set off Blueberry or Wayfare’s allergies, and we weren’t sure we’d ever find another like that. They seem to be less allergic to dogs, but dogs are work (one benefit of the pandemic is that all the good boys have found homes, but makes it hard for us to find a pet). Then Wayfare managed to find a cat who was looking for a new home. She was looking hard in the background and keeping it a total secret from me, and got ghosted a few times along the way. So just two days before Potatomas, this little big guy moved in, which is a pretty good way to end the year and start the new one:

Siberian - Neva Masquerade cat in front of a Potatomas tree

I could start listing all the things I wanted to do and didn’t, all the terrible disasters of the year, the mismanagement of the pandemic, the things still on my whiteboard and getting a real good depressive funk going. Instead, I’ll just say that this was a real dumpster fire of a year, and I’ll console myself with knowing that I got just a little bit more than nothing done.

It was also a very weird year for the passage of time. At times it’s felt like March 233rd, with a kind of sameiness to the days that comes from making no progress on any projects and staying inside all the time. But time also seemed to fly by — I’d blink and it would be a week later (usually when thinking I might get X done by Y, only to find Y came and went without any noticeable progress on X). I can’t believe it’s already 2021.

I haven’t set any specific goals or resolutions for 2021 — starting from where we are, I just want to survive the damned year.

Though I suppose I can copy-paste a part of my 2020 list as a start:

  • Write a book: Personal Finance Mission Binder Oh right, off the list because who needs that book now?
  • Write a book: untitled kid’s book based on the bedtime story I told Blueberry that one time in the car
  • Update a book: do a 3rd edition of the Value of Simple now that all-in-one funds are in the market and Tangerine has finally released their new lower-cost funds
  • Create a new stand-alone site for the directory of fee-only planners.
  • Get the band back together (which starts with me actually editing the episodes that are in the can, the can being my harddrive)
  • Try to take over the world
  • Get back in shape

That last one has proven hard. The “quarantine 15” snuck up on me gradually, then suddenly it was the “quarantine 19” which was fine because the rhyming structure was still there, but then it became the “quarantine I’m too afraid to step on the scale whoops now there’s something blocking the scale guess I won’t know until I move that thing in the spring” which doesn’t seem healthy. I know how I lost the weight the first time, but sticking to the plan has been a lot harder — partly because it’s harder to get the exercise in regularly, and partly because sticking to the diet has taken emotional energy I just don’t have most days. I’m still afraid to step on the scale, though I’m fairly certain I have managed to at least arrest the rise. I got Ring Fit Adventure for the Switch, which is providing a way to get some exercise in even if I don’t leave the house.

Anyway, farewell to a terrible year for nearly everyone. Be kind to yourselves looking back on what you may or may not have accomplished with your time — even if it felt like you should have had done more but did less. I know it’s hard for me to look back and not berate myself for wasting so much time, but that was 2020 for you.

Halloween and the Plague Times

October 29th, 2020 by Potato

Here is me in the Spring of 2020:

Madagascar meme - shut down everything

Now after a long shut-down and with lots of people wearing masks and respecting social distancing, things were getting a bit closer to normal. It was a very tough call, but Blueberry is physically back at school. It’s been a crazy year, with lots of things upended. It’s been especially hard for kids: no birthday parties, no play dates, and months of being way too close to the parents. No funerals for dead grandparents. No trips to the science centre, and even the outdoor playgrounds were taped off through almost all the days of decent weather. We didn’t have a big Thanksgiving get-together (not that kids care about that one), and Christmas will likely have to change a bit (opening gifts should work fine with my siblings together if we wear our masks, though we may retreat to our own homes for separate dinners).

But thankfully, Halloween will happen more-or-less normally (maybe they can’t rove the streets in packs or have Halloween parties, but trick-or-treating is good, right?). Or it briefly seemed that way, until the local health authorities decided to recommend against it in Toronto.

And I’m usually all for listening to the health authorities. We have way too many people who aren’t, and we haven’t been able to join the Maritimers in the covid-free bubble because we just can’t quite get our shit together. The pejorative “mouth breather” has taken on a whole new literal meaning this year with people who only partially wear their masks (“it’s ok, I only breathe through my mouth anyway”).

But the decision against trick-or-treating isn’t one I can get behind. It’s about as safe as we can make a holiday tradition: naturally lending itself to mask-wearing, taking place outside*, very brief interactions, and with a candy chute/tongs/grab-bags lined up on the driveway, it can be even safer. And the kids need something normal this year.

It’s also hard to explain to them why trick-or-treating outside isn’t considered safe, but the kids can go to school in a still somewhat crowded classroom, people can still go inside restaurants to get take-out, and the friggin realtors are back to banging on the door every week asking if we’re interested in listing the house. So why can these other, riskier activities take place but not a super-fun, super-important holiday tradition? Do we want 2020’s November disaster to be the vengeance of the dead?

There is the argument that these other things have economic value to offset the risk — parents can’t effectively get back to work without school and child care, so the higher risk of classrooms is accepted, whereas trick-or-treating isn’t as big an economic force. Ditto for restaurants and stores and what-not (and I guess the terrible realtors going door-to-door?). And there’s a good point in there, but on the idea of risk-benefit: trick-or-treating can be made pretty darn low-risk. (The benefit side is a harder argument: there are non-economic reasons for doing things, and Halloween is the bestest most importantest holiday in the whole spooky calendar, but that’s a slippery slope to people justifying their weddings and thanksgiving dinners and spin classes.

So anyway, I don’t want to be the anarchist guy saying we should ignore the public health authorities at every turn because they sometimes make mistakes. And I don’t want to incite others towards a sugar-fueled covid anarchy… but we will be handing out (dropping down a chute) candy for any kids who want to come to our door. We even up-sized to full-sized Nestle bars ’cause we know the hit rate will be lower for the kids this year.

My one big tip is to keep the mask on the whole time: don’t pull it up and down each time there’s a knock on the door, or as you’re going up the driveway if you’re a kid or roving backup candy hauler.

* – yes, some people live in apartment/condo buildings, which could have been a more targeted message about staying safe for Halloween if you’re not outside.

Covid-19 Thoughts – Raise the Line

March 19th, 2020 by Potato

It’s like the 1918 influenza at the same time as the 1929 stock market crash with 9/11’s grounding of flights, all overseen by Nixon’s paranoia and pettiness. It’s Disaster Voltron.

I’ve been watching the news flow on the coronovirus intently since January. It’s kept me up at night, and made me silently scream that we should be closing the borders. This was not just the flu (though now I think people mostly get that).

There was (and continues to be) a lot of uncertainty, but from where I was sitting the risks looked real enough. I didn’t blog much in part because I’ve fallen out of the habit, and in part because I didn’t want to come across as a fearmonger (and I would definitely have come across that way). I started slowly stocking up through February — an extra bag of oatmeal here, an extra bottle of pasta sauce there, a few extra packs of applesauce — and got a bit of teasing for it from Wayfare. Was nice to not have to panic shop with the crowds when the shutdown order came though. Instead, Blueberry and I hit the library, and turned out to panic-check-out-books, as they made the announcement while we were there at 5:30 that they’d close at 6 and not re-open for 3 weeks.

All through the news out of China shutting down parts of its economy, the market continued to hit new highs. I thought I was on crazy pills, I couldn’t believe it. But I’m mostly a passive investor, and mostly didn’t do anything (something I’m kicking myself over with the benefit of hindsight). As the case counts started climbing outside China, I finally bought a put on the S&P500, expecting that at some point the market would start pricing some risks in (even if the virus itself was contained, the supply chain yada yada).

It was an interesting mental accounting: I didn’t touch my passive portfolio, I didn’t panic sell and liquidate my active portfolio, I just took some money from the gambling pocket and bought this one thing that would pay off if the market went down. That somehow seemed much more reasonable than re-assessing my risk tolerance or making big portfolio moves.

Finally, the market did start going down. When it was down about 10%, I felt relieved. Finally, I thought, people have woken up to this and are taking it seriously. I had no idea what the proper discount on stocks should have been, but I knew it was more than zero. So shortly after that, I sold that single put, making about $2k to offset the much larger losses I was taking elsewhere (and again with the benefit of hindsight, if I had held until today that would have been worth in the neighbourhood of $10k). I felt kinda smart-ish — not Big Short material by any stretch, but hey, I saw some trouble coming and did pretty much the absolute least I could have possibly done to mitigate it. I rebalanced (too early) and bought some stocks in my active portfolio (way, way too early). Then the market fell at an unprecedented rate and, like many of you, I started to feel scared, and sad.

I mean, hey, this is what risk is, and what it feels like. Markets go down sometimes, and I guess it’s better to rip the bandaid off? And there’s no telling if we’re near the bottom, or if the uncertainty and very dark worst-case downsides, combined with just how very, very elevated the market was before this started means that there’s still a lot further to fall ahead of us. On the bright side, I can stop using that metaphor about how it’s hard to explain in words what it feels like to lose real money in investing — there are no more bear market virgins.

Anyway, I was sharing the old “President Madagascar” Shut. Down. EVERYTHING. meme, and I felt some relief when our leaders finally started taking things seriously. By this point, everyone has had “flatten the curve” explained ad nauseam. Schools are out, states of emergency have been declared, and even curling is cancelled.

The question now is what the shutdown gets us and what the plan is going forward. Economically, even a short shutdown will mean 2020 comes in as a recession year. A long one could be a depression (not the Great Depression — but there were economic contractions more severe than recessions before the capital-D Depression, and we may get to re-live that). And that’s part of why the market is still going to have trouble finding bottom.

Healthcare wise, we’re going to flatten the curve and save a bunch of lives. And let’s get one thing straight, we really needed to do this in Ontario. We were already deep in the hole from a capacity standpoint — all of our incredible growth, hundreds and hundreds of new condo towers went up (driving that real estate bubble), and we’ve built um… zero hospitals? Negligible net new beds, anyway (side note: the city’s development charge page lists what development charges pay for, like schools and parks… but hospitals didn’t make the list). We can’t move the surge from Covid-19 into the hallways because we’re already chronically dealing with hallway medicine. We’ve already invented all kinds of tricks to squeeze efficiency out of the system: which, yay, we’re leaders in technology and innovation and have been forced to be by relentless cost-cutting pressures, but it means there’s no margin for something like this.

“Since 1999 overall bed capacity has been virtually constant although the population has increased by 27%.” —OHA Leaders in Efficiency Report

Ok, so we have to flatten the curve.

But then what?

I was hoping we would have a plan to move back to containment mode. Build the testing centres and ramp up our ability to test like, a lot of people. With fast turn-around times. Then find all the existing clusters and do targeted quarantines. Every time a new case shows up, do contact tracing and test everyone, and try to put the genie back in the bottle. Only re-open the borders and flights as we have the capacity to test those who come in (and maybe keep up targeted quarantines for anyone brave enough to fly somewhere). And let everyone else go back to mostly normal activities.

Maybe also do some rapid build-out of hospital surge capacity. Not sure we can match China’s new facility in 10 days, but perhaps we can appropriate a few nearly complete condo towers (or dorms or office towers or whatever space) to add a few tens of thousands of new hospital beds. We still have some domestic industry left — if GM in the states can re-tool to make ventilators on automobile lines, we can possibly get the soon-to-be-mothballed Oshawa plant to do likewise. Another issue there is staffing. I think if we think of this as a true emergency and go on a war footing, we could train up some people to supplement the real health care workers. From what little I know, WW2 field medics had 10-12 weeks of training, from basically a standing start. We have lots of people with some non-specialized health/human anaotomy/medical technology knowledge: researchers, medical physicists, hygienists, technologists, technicians, dentists, veterinarians, as well as medicine & dentistry students and those who are caregivers for chronically ill family members. Given that we know the problem is mostly confined to a single condition, with a ~dozen complications, we could possibly train up some relief for healthcare workers in a few weeks if needed. Some licensing exemptions (or a new emergency licensing standard) would also be needed from the government’s side. But we could probably do it — I think I personally could get up to speed enough to be mostly useful to help the nurses and the other kinds of doctors in a crisis and help them cope with being spread thinner on our expanded number of beds (and also to be ready for the fact that some of them will get sick too).

We need to flatten the curve. And we need to use that time to move the line up. #raisetheline

However, I’m hearing less and less about using this time to get ahead of the need and then open society up again. While the messages are still about temporary closures and postponed events… we don’t seem to be solving the underlying problem. Which means a 3-week school shut-down and province-wide state of emergency will just roll over to a 4, 5, n-week shutdown. Or we pulse it — open things up for a few weeks until we get close to overloading the system, then go on lockdown again to keep things at a simmmer, until we finally get a vaccine or herd immunity. Or we start asking how much lives are worth, really, mostly boomer lives, and just open things and hope that simply rolling past flu season will be enough capacity freed up and, like, see how it works out? Ugh. [If somehow I have missed the plan, someone please link to it in the comments.]

And to circle back to investing, that’s where I get scared. Maybe we can get back to work but just like not cough on each other or lick the elevator buttons? And hope that all the disgusting people we see on the subway and not washing their hands in public restrooms have learned their lesson from a 3-week shut-in and that even with mostly regular activities it’s then slow enough of a spread that we can manage with the system more-or-less as it is? But a lot of people will go bankrupt if we spend the next 6 months in low-power, shelter-in-place mode. A lot of companies will fail, and in that scenario I could likely panic sell everything at the open tomorrow and still come out smelling like roses.

Anyway, it’s not clear. For now, we do what we can to flatten the curve and raise the line and wash our hands and try to stay sane with a 7-year-old bouncing off the walls*.

My one take-away tip is to keep a journal. About the market, about your feelings, about the shut-down in general — write it down. Firstly, it’s an outlet for some very understandable fear. Secondly, it can help you organize your thoughts and stay rational. And thirdly, we are living in what will surely be one for the history books, and you’ll want to remember it.

*And I’ll hodl and reserve the right to continue to kick myself with the benefit of hindsight. Which is really all we can do shy of having better than truly lousy predictive abilities and the lack of a time machine.

Taking Leave

November 2nd, 2019 by Potato

This is a surprisingly hard post to write (I’m also clearly out of practice on the blogging front), so let’s resort to the Q&A format:

Hey Potato, what’s up?

In The Big C 2: Revenge of the C I let you know that my dad’s cancer is back. Now I’m going to take some time off work (planning for 1 year) to spend time with him while I can, and also to take care of Blueberry and give her other grandparents a bit of a break. Today was my last day at work!

This is mostly a personal finance blog — how did you swing a year off work?

I have money saved, so I’m not worried about feeding myself or paying the rent during the year itself. It will mean pushing off retirement by a few years for one year being out of the workforce (lost compounding, spending more than saving, etc., will mean roughly pushing things back by ~3-4 years for taking a year now) but I actually haven’t done a huge, detailed projection. Indeed, I made the decision without really doing much of anything in the way of formal planning — it just felt right (after several weeks of hemming and hawing and sleeping on it), and I knew I could swing it, which I suppose is the point of all the previous planning and saving and investing. In the end, I wrote up a little one-page summary of the plan and implications, and that was that. My emergency fund will cover a year off, especially if I can pick up a few freelance gigs along the way.

So are you available for projects? Can I hire you?

Possibly! I know it’s not going to take 24-7 to take care of my family, so I will be looking to do some work, but only part-time (not being able to swing full-time with a commute is the reason I had to step back from the day job in the first place). However, I don’t know how cool the ol’ HR department will be cutting a cheque to an independent contractor who’s on leave, which means no grant-writing or other consulting for co-workers. Personal finance projects/writing/doing DIY investment workshops/lunch’n’learns, editing (it’s been a while since I’ve had a novel to edit, NaNoWriMo authors…), or science writing for others should be fine. Hit me up here if you’re interested.

What else will you do with your time?

Some have suggested using that time to learn something new or get a certification — pick up my CFP (which has a practical requirement, so it would require some commitment to switching jobs or picking up a more robust side gig), or get a MD or RN ’cause I spend so much of my time taking care of sick people anyway. I am getting dangerously close to having spent more time in the real world than grad school, so maybe it’s time to go back to learning and test-writing just to make sure I’ll never have a normal work-study balance in my lifetime.

I might also use my non-caregiving time to write another PF book — I’ve had an idea poking around for over a year now, but I’m getting more negative on the idea as I go along, and may have to just let it die. But hey, it is NaNoWriMo, so maybe some fiction…

However, other than a few random thoughts I absolutely have no plan. I figured all that could wait until I was actually off work to figure it out.

Isn’t it scary just leaving the workforce for a while with no plan of what you’ll do and no income stream coming in?

Well it is now. But that’s also why I managed to actually make a decision with no real analysis/spreadsheets/pro-con lists/waffling blog posts — I was just too burned out to go through my usual over-thinking routine. So at the moment I’m too tired to be scared.