From the Pathology Department I transferred to the ER (I think you call them A&E in Canada).Given what one so often sees working in a big city ER (in the US at least) one develops,as a defense mechanism,a very sick and distorted sense of humor.A bit like MASH in fact.
To give one of the milder examples: we had a dentist on call in the ER from 3PM to 11PM. One of the several we had would,when signing out to the ER staff at 11PM,remind us "remember,halitosis is better than no breath at all".
When this relative of mine was fresh out of school, he got a job in the ER at the Wellesley Hospital in downtown Tranna. (I believe that it has now closed.) Of course, lacking seniority, he got nights and weekends mostly. He got sick of seeing so many ODs, assault, stabbing and shooting victims, and cops, that a down town big city ER sees. He also missed small town, Eastern Ontario.
After a year or two, he was able to land a position at the University of Ottawa Heart Institute. No more of the human misery that was a big city ER plus, he was less than an hours drive from his parents’ farm. He has 30+ years under his belt there, so a good pension when he decides to retire. Both his mom and dad are still living on the farm, the dad being 87 and still driving, though they don’t farm anymore.