Lately it seems, as we move further into summer time meltdown season, that my job is mostly to calm my FOs down from their self induced rage fests over every little hiccup or delay. Normally if they were senior to me I'd be all for encouraging it but they aren't and at this point the FO having a heart attack because he raged over the lack of wing walkers at midnight in a small outstation is just more paperwork I don't want to deal with.
The worst offenders, though not exclusively, are the ex-military ones who haven't yet learned to appreciate the concept of "paid by the minute" and accepted it as their mantra in life for how fast they move at work. Meanwhile I just sit in the left seat channeling the energy of my spirit animal, the three toed sloth. Maybe if the FAA won't give me my certs back I can go work at the DMV...