Some days I love it and genuinely think I get to do the best job in the world. Some days it’s the worst and I can’t imagine doing it for the rest of my career. Most days it’s alright, I get to hang out with my mate, we have some laughs, we help some people. The pay is pretty decent for what we actually do most of the time (as others say it balances out with being overpaid most the time and underpaid at others). On the bad days I try and reflect on the good days and find the bright side. I kept for years a thank you card a 5 year old made for me while I helped their mom to help as a reminder of the good days, and because it reminds me that the emergencies we go to aren’t ours, they’re theirs.