I am very happy with some parts of my job, and very unhappy with others, and tedium-distracted with others.
I like doing autopsies. (Everyone I know in the field does, too. It’s somewhere between art, science, and gardening. It’s a lot of fun - sorry, dead people)
But no one likes doing too many. Do more than two or three in a day, they can really overload you. I love it when I get a really interesting case with an answer that’s either in plain sight and satisfying (pulmonary embolism, thrombosis on a coronary stenosis) or not at all in plain sight, but wonderful to figure out (spontaneous coronary artery dissection in a male driver, unsuspected diabetes in a nine year old). I hate, hate, hate the cases in which I work and work and work to find out what the person died from, and never do figure it out. Those depress me for weeks.
I like teaching - love it, really - puts a spring in my step, brings me back to work. But if you have to teach too much so it becomes a burden, it drags you down. And if you have to teach a medical student how to do something you’ve done 1000x before, and they’re all fascinated but clumsy and slow the way you were your first time, and you have to be somewhere and have other duties and the clock is ticking, it makes you feel so insane.
I know that my work is meaningful, and that matters a lot to me. But the flip side of meaningful in my line of work is grief, and believe me, I never talk to a happy person. All the families I deal with are grieving. Many of them are in the anger stage. That can wear out your soul if you’re on the phone a lot.
And the last straw is tedium - because I work for the government. All those Dopers who work for the government, join with me in chorus: We’re from the Government. We’re here to help. Now, where’s your #2 pencil? We have a few forms for you to fill out.
So I can’t say I’m happy at work, and I can’t say I’m unhappy at work. There are rewards and there are miseries. Some days it evens out and some days are very much more one than the other.