JOB QUALITY.

I came home the other night and told my SO about my day, which included a brown recluse spider that was running loose throughout the emergency department, as well as an examination of an odd rash on an elderly man's scrotum. This, I discovered, my SO found hilarious.

As she lay on the sofa, cackling with her head thrown back, she was barely able to get the words out:

"Babe... your job is so bad... oh my God... please... don't ever let me complain about my job... oh man... a gross hairy spider and an old guy's balls... hahahaha... oh, what did you do today? Oh I just looked at a guy's balls and ran away from a spider... hahaha..."

I thought it was a fun day. Different strokes, for different folks.