Mortuary technician here. Often take a nap at work by lying on a gurney and covering myself with a sheet. Haven't been accidentally autopsied yet, but have scared the newbie half to death when I started snoring
I spent far too much time and money in my late twenties and early thirties making sure I could accommodate guests before realising I really don't like having people in my house
I'm half-British and half-Thai. A random right-winger verbally racially abused me in the street for no reason at all. That same man was in my A&E ward a couple of days later due to a cardiac arrest. I was the doctor who saved him. There's a moral in that story somewhere.
Whenever I dish up spaghetti bolognaise, I always give myself a secret layer of cheese on top of the pasta BEFORE the sauce goes on top. Then I put a normal amount on the top so my family think I'm a normal person and not a greedy cunt.
