Review: My doctor's office

I've had issues that dragged me to the doctor's office the last couple of weeks. Sitting and waiting is something that I've come to enjoy on occasion. I use the opportunity to ponder things better left unpondered. The doctor's office though is a different matter altogether. While never actually diagnosed, I have as far as I'm concerned, a mild case of OCD. The entire place seems designed to exploit this fact.

Take for instance these chairs:

My mind will run over these every time, determined to make sense out of the seemingly random letters and shapes. But it never makes any sense. 

Then there's the tiling in the exam room:

Again, no pattern. No sense of symmetry. Nothing but a few colors almost creating balance. It's the fact that they're always a tile or two off from working that drives me mad.

Now this isn't so much OCD as I just wanted to make a point:

You can't really tell, but the eyes are blue. Clearly my brain doesn't look anything like that as I have brown eyes.

Finally I'd like you to take a look at this picture of Jesus:

Whoever painted this was obviously given the task of creating a scene to represent "suffer little children to come unto me."  However it looks like Jesus is telling a a monster story. Look at the way the arms are raised up like he's doing a fatherly bear growl. Also note the one child seems to be crying into his lap. Apparently he was frightened by the story. 

I would entitle the painting, "Christ reciting the story of Godzilla."

Hey I maybe Christian, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate how bad a piece of art it is.

While my doctor is a particularly nice fellow, I have to rate the office itself a dismal 1 out of 5