I think I have come up with the best analogy for what a bad night at work is like for me. Combine this level of insanity: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q16KpquGsIc (rated G)
With this Poem: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejKIgsR5W6k (Rated R for Language, if the "F word" offends you don't watch it.)
The downside to work of course is I don't have Ronald MacDonald (Japanese or otherwise) to laugh at and it's usually the patients moving like that and I have to try to keep them from hurting themselves. Nor do I have the gorgeous and talented Christopher Eccleston to keep me from going insane. And people wonder why I keep a picture of Chris as Claude on the desk.