This isn't a cartoon, but at least it's very cruel...
On call, during hour #26 of being awake:
I’m rushing to finish writing one of three transfer orders, two discharges, and six notes, all of which had to be done before hitting my thirty hour cap. While juggling two things at once, my attending (who was actually a very nice guy) asked a question about a patient that I didn't quite catch.
I guess nobody knew the answer to the attending's question and he had to go to the patient's med rand to find the answer himself (the med rand being about 10 feet away). While the attending was going to look up the info, my evil senior resident Jessica leaned toward me and said, "You should never let the attending stand up. When he wants information, you should get up and get it before he does."
First of all, Jessica, the attending hasn't been on his feet for 26 hours straight. And he doesn't have five billion things to do in the next four hours. And furthermore, it's not like she was doing anything so important that she couldn't go look up the information herself. Why don't I just carry the attending on my freaking shoulders during rounds, how about that?
After Jessica finished quietly scolding me, the attending returned with the information he had wanted and didn't seem at all upset that I hadn't dropped everything and raced across the room to retrieve it for him.
And as you can see, almost a decade later, I'm still pissed off about it.
(Not really. But sort of.)