Transitions

frostIt seems the frenzy of people chasing after bank foreclosures has started again. I do wish all those toxic assets created from the 2007 financial melt-down would get through their foreclosure processes more quickly so we can finally see the end of it. Back in the time of the Savings and Loan Crisis in the 1980′s, it didn’t take as long as this time around to getting back to normal market conditions where now, values are all over the map due to the pollution of our market with the near constant dribbling of new listings that come on the market by third party vendors. There was one that sold recently that I wouldn’t have even considered purchasing due to it being so poorly built. The bones just weren’t there and for someone to think they got a steal of a deal is just the illusion created when likely being in the midst of multiple offers. I recently encountered a situation where someone purchased a home that was foreclosed on and one week later a truck pulled up and removed the cleaning and repair items belonging to the new owner and proceeded to change the locks on the home. Evidently one hand didn’t know what the other was doing. I’m sure there will be some adjustments made for that major over-sight. These third party vendors that banks hire to look after their foreclosures have become more popular with the lenders because they feel they don’t have to go out and hire someone locally. Well, when you don’t take the extra step to inquire about local service providers, situations like these take place. No matter what song and dance a large third party vendor would give, I would still use local people whenever possible.

I chose to take a dear old client up to the hospital today to see his ailing sister since there was no one else to take him. We had a good chat while on our way up there and since he can’t walk so far at one time, I grabbed one of the wheel chairs at the front entrance.  As I we were coasting down the long halls, I happened to start noticing the staff in how they are dressed. I don’t visit hospitals very often so I find myself being more attuned to their surroundings. I noticed they have spray foam cans at the entrance of the patient’s room that contain what looks like shaving foam that they rub their hands with instead of washing their hands in the sinks. I also noticed how so many of the staff wear clogs. I suppose they are more comfortable with their open heels, but they simply appear a bit odd in a hospital setting. More and more I noticed women with exceedingly long hair that was loose and swooshing around as they walked. One younger nurse had and extremely long braid that was dangling down around her bosom. I couldn’t help but think how that hair bouncing around from room to room would be considered sanitary. I had to ask one of the staff where the public restroom was and while she was walking me to it, I looked at her and noticed she had long hair but tied up and tightly pinned back.

I couldn’t help myself by saying, “I can’t believe how many women there are on this floor with so much hair swooshing around. I would think that it’s not being sanitary for the patients.” She carefully answered, “I don’t know, but I don’t like my hair loose when at work.”  Between the way home foreclosures are handled to the dress code at hospitals simply shows me that we live in a society of transitions.