Douchebag residents living the stereotype

I would have to say that 98% of the residents, fellows, doctors, nurses, aides, volunteers, janitors, and cafe baristas that I work with are awesome (well, maybe not *that* nurse over there- she's a total bitch and needs an attitude adjustment). The plastics residents are not money-hungry, ortho docs are not meatheads, trauma surgeons are not adrenaline junkies, and nurses are not sex-hungry sirens fishing for a sugar-doc. So in an almost disappointing way, none of the medical personnel lived up to their hyped stereotype.

Except anesthesiologists.

I have worked with about 7 different anesthesiologists, and at least 2 of them were complete and utter douchebags. Why is that? How is it that out of about 100 medical workers, the only 2 negative encounters I've had were both with anesthesiologists (granted, these were residents- all the attendings or fellows were awesome).

The first time I was introduced to shitty behavior was when I was acting as a go-between from the blood bank to the anesthesiologist- I would grab the blood and literally just pass it to the anesthesiologist. After doing this for about 4 hours with the attending, I was pretty sure I had the routine down. "You need two RBCs? Roger that! :::rummage in fridge, hand paperwork to lab tech::: Here you go!" So when the attending took a break and his resident popped in, I was feeling pretty confident that I knew what I was doing, and that the resident would understand my role of robotic vending machine (my hospital has very large ID badges that scream our title, like TRAUMA DOCTOR, or REGISTERED NURSE, or in my case, PISSANT). Needless to say, that didn't stop (or maybe even it encouraged?) this douchebag from treating me like gum on his shoe. I got yelled at for not doing stuff I'm legally not allowed to do. Now I don't know about you, but I'd rather keep my future than get fired just because you have a Napoleon complex and want me to be your paperwork slave.

The second time at least wasn't aimed at me, but at the resident surgeon during rounds when she was presenting a case. Maybe it was a brain embolism, or a suppressed fart or something, but the resident anesthesiologist (a different one from before) decided it was the perfect time to grill and drill her on her chosen method of treatment, in-spite of the fact that the director of her department was also joining on rounds. He was berating her about her decisions, saying she didn't take *this* into account, nor did she consider *that*, etc. It was all very uncomfortable for everyone, except the anesthesiologist, I'm sure. That is until the director stepped in and started answered his questions instead.

Every now and then I would catch a small wry smile from the surgery resident and I'll bet I know what she was thinking.