When I was an intern, there was a third year resident in my program named Anna. I never liked her that much in the past because she always seemed really tired and irritable. She had a reputation for being a super ICU blocker. This means that when she was the resident in the ICU, she'd block patients that she knew were ICU level and make the residents on the wards manage them so she didn't have to deal with them. (Even though she knew they'd just come to the ICU the next day, after she was done admitting.) Conversely, when she was on the wards, she'd call the ICU and tell them she "doesn't feel comfortable" managing a sick patient on the ward and insist they go to the ICU. It's the sort of behavior that doesn't get other residents to love you.
But one month I started talking to her a little bit, and even though she was sort of tired and irritable, I kind of liked her style.
I collapsed into a chair in the admitting unit around 9PM and said, "This is the first second I've had to sit down all night." (And that included my "dinner", where I got paged no less than ten times and had a nurse demanding that I talk to a family NOW.)
Anna: "Yeah, night float is an awful rotation. It's really miserable."
Me: "It really is."
Anna: "But it's still better than wards."
Me: "....Yeah.... you're right, it is."
My revelation: Oh my god, you hate it here as much as I do!