Re-wrote and re-did several dozen LCPs and routed them for approval after being told to make a unified tool room for the squadron, got everything done, routed, and approved. XO comes down to find out my name to get a NAM routed for me (It took me 3 months to get everything done), I get the paperwork for my NAM ready, start the routing.
Here's where it starts. My supervisor took my paperwork, puts his name on it in place of mine, routes it upstairs. Gets approved. During award quarters, XO and CO have a really disgusted look on their face when they notice that I'm in the back of the formation, and my idiot supervisor and chief are both in the awardee lineup.
XO came by my shop later that day, tells everyone that's not the Chief or the idiot supervisor to get out. We walk out into the hanger bay, and we can hear him, the StgMaj, and the CO all chewing into their asses.
About a month later, the ERB results came out, and the idiot supervisor gets booted out. I had the sick pleasure of handing him his paperwork (was getting ready to renlist myself, so I was in the NC's office to get my stuff done). I loved the last three months he had left, because I'd ask him how it feels to be stabbed in the chest, by the guy he stabbed in the back.