My wife and I found ourselves at three United States Post Offices this afternoon (on a Sunday), attempting to mail two letters.  After 30 minutes and about $12.75 in gas burned we stopped trying.  It was irritating really, we had the envelopes, the content, the addresses written correctly, but because it wasn't a weekday we couldn't buy stamps.  It wasn't that the stamp machines were down or sold out; the post offices simply don't sell stamps on the weekend.

Maybe working in healthcare isn't so good after all.  Especially when you start noticing the details.

My oldest son developed a swollen lymph node in his neck and my wife and I thought it right to take him down the road to the small fast trac unit ran by the local hospital in our town.  When we arrived I was struck by how dirty the place was.  I've seen hospitals in Third World countries that were cleaner.  Yuck.

I trudged down to the South Carolina Department of Motor Vehicles late last week to convert my Wisconsin drivers license and to changes plates on my vehicle.  My first impression when I entered the building was that no one, including me, wanted to be there.  A brown haired DMV lady was barking orders to a young man just getting his first license, one man was sleeping in the corner of the waiting area (never a good sign), and one employee was waiting on the remaining 15 of us standing in line.