A therapeutic environment

While driving home from work today I came to the conclusion that work is just downright depressing. Today it seemed like every patient in the unit had no chance for survival and was just actively dying. Of course, not without every medical expert giving his/her opinion on what should be done to prolong their already tortuous and miserable existence.
My work environment is so incredibly different from my home environment. I like home. It's a nice, happy, healthy place to be (most of the time). So, I can think of no better way to end the day than by browsing a few superficial blogs about home decor and enjoying a couple of thin mints, or 20.