Sorry, back off topic for a moment: I have never experienced a worse time in a firehouse than month two of a dry spell. I have worked both the full time and volunteer sides under a few different hats and the effects are the same, but the fallout different.
The best days I have ever had as a firefighter were the ones where we barely had time to fill the booster tank before heading back out the door. Or the double calls. Or the ''throw everything on the engine and blast off to the next one''.
I have friends who have worked the Mil side in Shearwater and Greenwood, and others who have worked in Dockyard or the Magazine. All of them have told me that they sometimes hate life. OTOH, there is my good friend who has been with the HRM for ten years now. He's still early for work and loves every second of it. He's thinking of taking a promotion if they offer him a slot at an 8-5 station that is fifteen minutes from his house. He knows he'll go from working one of the busiest engines in the city to +/- 150 calls a year but he's fine with that.