Mine was on a foggy Boston morning going to LaGuardia. The captain was a veteran and I knew that in his mind I was just some young punk who didn't deserve the job. He flew. We took off. The NFP is supposed to call "acceleration altitude" at 800 ft and then the climb checks commence. Well I checked in with departure and what not and looked down to see like 1800 feet or something way off. I called "acceleration altitude" and he just snapped " that was like a hundred miles ago forget it". And that set the tone for the rest of the day. We flew down in silence. I didn't do anything else wrong, then again I wasn't flying.
I flew the return leg to Boston. All was going well until we were told to give our best rate of descent. Then shortly thereafter slow to 170 for preceding traffic then join the localizer. So I found myself plummetting towards the earth with as much drag hanging out as I thought possible and nothing was working. Haha I must have looked like an idiot. Actually, I did. So in the midst of this came the second notable quote of the day..."what are you doing this isn't that hard it's just like the 152 or whatever the hell you flew before you came here". I was hoping for some advice or some tips but didn't get any. So after I sorted through the mess we landed. The rest of the trip was better as I was able to pick things up quickly. However, when things were going well nothing was said, when things weren't I heard about it. I hated this but realized that it was the best thing for me b/c that is simply how the airline flying game works. It also kept me on my toes b/c most captains are much more laid back. Instead of letting myself slip up I was always trying to stay on my game no matter who I was with for fear that this grumpy captain was somewhere watching...waiting. haha.