I don't have any such problems. I helped my boss buy his Springfield XD.
I once had a slimy, crypto-Klansman boss at a different job who kept discouraging me from doing my job, and actually demanded that I NOT keep copies of weekly reports, etc. I simply ignored him and literally BURIED him in documentation.
One week I was shooting in the Nationals when I came back to work to get my paycheck. When I got there, I found out that there was a problem with the access control system (which I programmed, and whose programming system I helped to develop). I learned that "David Duke" was running around telling everybody that we needed to start keeping user records ON PAPER, and programming the system using numeric keypads. He was also telling people that he had NO idea how the system was being administered and that I'd never sent him anything in writing. The supervisor with whom I developed the system told me what was going on. I snagged Duke's boss and had a LONG conversation with him. I told him that Klanboy was lying. I told him not only was there nothing wrong with the system that some minor housekeeping wouldn't fix in five minutes, but that I had copies of the DETAILED reports that I'd submitted, explaining EXACTLY how the system ran. A meeting with Duke, his boss and the supervising programmer was scheduled. I stated my intention to bring PRINTED copies of all of my reports. The meeting was mysteriously canceled. Shortly afterward, my supervision was split, with Duke continuing to mismanage security, and the programmer being my boss for computer matters. I continued to document EVERYTHING I did to an excruciating degree. My computer boss and I worked together as a closely knit team. Even before he became my boss, I regularly provided him inside information with which to sandbag burning cross boy. Duke wanted to kill the access control project I was working on, but he was stymied at every turn by his own stupidity and arrogance. The NASA security office desparately wanted the project to succeed so that they didn't have to program all of the access control systems by numeric codes on keypads and keep user records on lined paper. It went forward and succeeded at NASA and our building, with EVERYONE working against Duke. He was just too stupid and malicious to realize it.
Not too long after this, the Gulf War started and we started getting bomb threats... which Duke neglected to tell me about, even though I was the Facility Security Officer. I immediately recommended that the automatic opening of the employee door be terminated for security reasons. Duke refused.
I was in the basement of the building when everyone was herded into the lobby. I found out that there had been a bomb threat and that Duke had ordered everyone concentrated in the lobby... presumably to make them a better target for any Baathist with a Kalashnikov. Afterwards, I went to Duke's boss. I told him about the sheer insanity of keeping a bunch of people CONCENTRATED in one place during a bomb threat, without immediately sending them home. I then asked: 1. For what purpose did the Imperial Wizard not want there to be duplicate records of my work? 2. Were there any OTHER employees being told not to diligently do their jobs? Sheetboy's boss didn't have an answer.
I continued to document Duke's faux pas, including failure to recognize the need to clear the new acting GM (whose actual citizenship was NEVER verified before we lost the contract rebid and the whole thing became moot).
It just went on and on, from misogynistic and anti-Semitic comments in open meetings, to Duke lying to the Defense Investigative Service about being the Facility Security Officer and fraudulently signing for a STUIII secure phone. With the threat of lawsuit hanging over the company's head, I managed to hang on until the contract expired and somebody else took over, causing myself and a bunch of others to be layed off. Duke got the boot too, having given over $1,000,000 in security work away to another company without telling upper management and having ALL of his classified access at NASA curtailed because of his propensity to discuss classified in open meetings. Asked by the incoming contractor if they'd like Duke to hang on as the FSO in my place, NASA replied, and I quote, "GOD no!"
Duke ended up in Mississippi on another contract. Then the Jacobses of Cleveland (Jacobs Field) bought the company. I'm thinking they didn't care much for his Jewish jokes...