We'll get along fine just as long as...
...you do everything my way.
I've had difficult captains.
And I've been the difficult captain.
I suppose it all depends on your perspective.
I remember flying with one captain who was quite the perfectionist---and always the 'flying pilot' regardless of whose leg it was.
I was on the descent and made an adjustment to the power levers (Metroliner)...the captain adjusted my adjustment.
After a whole day of this I finally cracked. "Look," I said, "you *have* to let me make mistakes! I'm not talking about smoking hole mistakes, but if I'm gonna learn how to fly this airplane I need to FLY this airplane."
He said, "Fine. The next leg is yours too but you have to prove to me that you'll fly every phase of flight per the FMG to ATP standards."
I flew the approach to ATP standards, landed in the touchdown zone, on speed, on centerline.
He conceded, "That's not how I would've done it but nice job."
The one time (???) I was the difficult captain I was flying with a *very* cocky 26-year old copilot who seriously thought the other captains didn't like to fly with him because he landed the airplane better than they.
Whatever.
One morning, I'm quickly growing very tired of listening to how good he thinks he is. The next leg is a very quick 50 mile trip. The weather is just above mins in a snow shower and requires a VOR approach with a DME arc transition. The runway is contaminated with about 2-3 inches of loose snow and 6000 feet long.
It's his leg.
Long story short: Scalloped arc; unstable approach; break out high and fast; I ask, "What are you gonna do?"
"Um, let's circle and come back around."
"Nope, the vis is two miles and besides you didn't brief that."
"Ok, let's go around."
"All right, what the call?"
<<Trees and runway sliding past the whole time....>>
"Um, 'Max Power.'"
"Max Power, and what....?"
"Max Power, flaps one-half."
"Max Power is set, flaps one-half, I have the controls, positive rate, gear up, report the missed to radio...."
After we (I) landed, we parked and I let him have it. I didn't yell. I didn't cuss. But I called him on the carpet. To his credit he never got defensive. He just listened.
I had never chewed out a copilot before that and I have never done so since.
I think he learned something that day.