When you're an intern, the difference between having a nice senior resident and a mean one is tremendous. Toward the end of the year, I had a really nice resident named Liz, as opposed to my first resident Jessica, who was evil incarnate.
1. When I'm post-call, Liz was constantly asking how I'm feeling.
When I was post-call with Jessica, she was constantly yelling at me.
2. When I wrote some discharge summaries for patients who might go tomorrow on my day off, Liz told me, "Stop! You don't have to do that! I can write them myself."
Jessica told me she expected me to have discharge summaries in the chart for every single patient on my service on my day off, just in case there was some remote chance they might go. And have skeletons of notes for all my patients printed up for her to fill out.
3. When I didn't have a piece of information on a patient when I was presenting late at night, Liz said not to worry about it and we'd look it up together.
When I didn't have a piece of info for Jessica, she would yell at me then throw me out of the room and say that I couldn't present to her until I was prepared.
There was one pre-call day when I had only one patient and Liz called me at home to tell me I could "go ahead and take the day off" and she'd cover my patient since she'd be there anyway. I seriously almost started bawling.