As a nurse, I can't really talk about everything that goes on at work. So I figured I would paint about it. You can interpret whatever you like about this picture, but it's probably not what you're thinking since I'm not being literal. It's just that sometimes everything goes wrong and there's not much you can do about it. So you fall apart at the end of day and make a really big deal about it. The bad part of your day seeps into everything and everyone around you. It feels like everything is wrong and everything is falling apart.
Except it's not worth it. At the end of day, you did the best you could and will keep doing the best you could. You will keep fighting for better things and better ways of doing things. You will survive. Your poor family probably will remember all the terrible ways you acted and the stupid things you said while you were angry and upset, but they love you and will keep supporting you. They understand that you are just reacting very humanly to very inhuman things.
And so it goes on.