+Medicentres. Dear Earth, I am sick. Not just the cold. Not just the flu. But a lovely combination of bodily infections. And when you've got what I've got you have no choice but to visit your friendly neighborhood medicentre. Isn't it just the most fun you've ever had? Step over Disneyland! You don't have extremely arrogant and rude receptionists, annoying old people who always need to get complete physicals in the most inconvenient times, an extremely depressing environment, the stench of "sick," and never enough waiting room chairs. This morning, I had the privilege to visit such a place. Not for one, not for two, not for three, but four, I said four hours! Now, just a couple things to whine about. First, if you are a receptionist at a medicentre, hear me now. Stop being a bitch. Your job entails talking and helping the general public. I don't care that you dropped out of school and this was the only job that could support your high maintenance lifestyle of Ed Hardy and nail filers. Second, attention old folk. You are going to die in the next 10-20 years, sorry that may be harsh but it is the truth. Because of this fact, you do not need to go to a damn doctor every week and get a physical test. They are people who have many years to their life left and they don't want to spend them being sick. Third, when you're sick and feeling like crap do you really want to look at a greyish wall, greyish chairs, and greyish people? No. Put some paint on the walls, some music wouldn't be too bad either. I could use a pick-me-up when my nose is running and I can't feel my throat anymore. Fourth, febreze. Every medicentre needs to discover this marvel immediately. Fifth, put some more freaking chairs in the waiting room. People do not like to stand for four hours waiting for the overpaid doctor to finish with whatever he's doing.