Roll Call....Jake is Present

Is it just me or does it feel like James is coaxing an 8-week old puppy into the water for the first time? Except, DJ and I don’t get a little tasty treat once we begin blogging, we get the distinguished honor of not being copy boy #1 (Blog Bitch #1) and copy boy #2 (Blog Bitch #2). After James sent out an email explaining the possibility of both DJ and I attaining the aforementioned rank, I promptly pulled up MS Word on my trusty Macbook and began to type out a few sentences.

For the better half of the morning and until just a little after 1pm I have been feeding my addiction, also known as WOW or World of Warcraft. It’s a sickness that I am hoping to cure myself of once I get a job. However, getting a job is a bit tricky when I can’t tear myself away from slaying Orcs, Badland Buzzards and Roc Trolls. Every time I hold up my poison tipped daggers, I feel compelled to level up or complete the next quest because I know when I reach level 45, my phone is going to ring.

“Hi Jake, it’s Sara Jean Underwood.”

“Oh hi Sara Jean…How are you?”

“I am really turned on right now, that’s how I’m doing.”

“Why hello to you too. To be honest, I thought that might have been your Warlock character across the dungeon staring my level 45 rogue biceps.”

“When you tore through that undead minion’s soul, a fire inside my pants erupted and I have to have you now!”

“My address is….I am really close to Scappoose, do you want me to come over to your place? We can get a LAN game going while we umm...”

Ok, it wasn’t quite like that. It was an automated call form AT&T telling me about my new phone service, which I actually activated five months ago. Great customer service guys! But, the woman’s voice was quite sultry and I could tell she wanted me.

Lastly, if you want to see and feel what licking white dog shit is like, go to see Step Brothers. I never thought for once that moldy poo could fill one with such humor and gaiety.

With this blog I do swear that as the now appointed Jr. Writer, I will now and forever take Switzerland seriously.

The Fucking Hotline

This may sound racist, but I like to think of it as culturally bias...



At work this morning, I was assisting the gals with the our Medical Hotline, when I took a call from one of the many hospitals (700) within our practice.



Dr. Nagaraj (Indian) was whom I was speaking with, I advised him that unless this was an emergency (Pet dying on the surgery table) that he would have to wait for a medical consultation from one of our Senior Staff.



He became irate, acting like a two year not getting his way. I asked if there was any way that I could help whilst holding on the line with him, he said one of his clients had specific questions about moving to Hawaii with their Pet. I responded, "there is information available to you on the web", he stated "he didn't have time for that because he's above that (even though I gave him the link via email), to which I replied "would you like me to walk you through the information that I have available" (I wrote detailed instructions that have been published in our internal database 2 years ago). I walked him through the process only to find out that he wasn't listening and had several questions. At this point I was infuriated and about to lose my temper, I mean I'm not the one seeing the patient make your own damn fucking decision and get the Pet ready for Hawaii. He went to Vet School I didn't.



He asked if I could send the information to his email, I said "yes it will be in your inbox momentarily, I'll call back in 4 minutes to verify that you've received it", and we ended our conversation. I called back 3 minutes later and he stated, "the client left to go to another location to get care from someone who knows what they're doing". I secretly rolled my eyes and snickered before asking if I could assist him in any other way. Before he ended our conversation he blamed me for losing that client...



First off, I hate talking with elitists who think that you're sole purpose in life is to make their day better, or for that matter think that everyone they talk to is below them.



Secondly, it may be just me but Indian doctors have problems communicating over the phone, which makes for a frustrating conversation.



Lastly, who the fuck in their write mind blames someone for something they've done wrong or don't have the answers to. I mean he's the one seeking knowledge, maybe he should step off his podium and fucking listen the first time.



Have any of you had a similar experience, dealing with a person whose an elitist?



Damn I need a cigarette...

The Butcher and The Jizzle

I would like to take this moment to introduce two new members to the Seriously... Switzerland(?) blog. These two new members' induction into the blog has been in discussion for quite a while and I am now pleased to introduce DJ Harriman (AKA The Butcher) and Jake Rossman (AKA The Jizzle) to the blog. This brings our current pot-stirrer count to a total of 5. Below is the roll call:

Sr. Editor - James
Editor - Dave
Sr. Writer - T$
Copy Boy - DJ
Copy Boy - Jake

Please welcome the new guys. And new guys, please write an introduction piece to begin your time here at Seriously... Switzerland(?)

James

The Seriously... Switzerland(?) Investment Club

Yes, I know... It's been 5 months since the last posting on the Seriously... Switzerland(?) blog. But I thought you all would like to know that Joey still has the stupid stripe on him. And the format of the blog is changing a little bit. Seriously... Switzerland(?) is now home to the new Seriously... Switzerland(?) investment club.

This blog will still contain the same material as before, but with new members and hopefully a portfolio management addition, the blog will serve a dual purpose.

Stay tuned.

James