The incident that made me realize I needed F-U money:
I get a call from the (at the time) plant manager, friday AM. "We need 4 new part rework stations. By monday. The Chinese are invading... we have parts that need moved and I'm handling the staffing." (His statement about the chinese invading is a longstanding thing he said whenever someone would push back on his kneejerk, crazy ideas. "what would you do if the chinese were invading, and the military needed those parts? My response of "learn mandarin" wasn't appreciated, but I digress.)
Anyway, that ment I needed to have them built over the weekend. Vendors were slammed. That left me. My boss was out, so I went at it. I got a text approval from the plant manager to buy materials on my own credit card for re-embursment. (fine by me, I like the points)
I worked ALL goddamned weekend, installing tables, running flex duct to the dust collector, making air manifolds. He walked by friday afternoon, and again saturday mid-day, and looked at my progress, and left without a word.
I send him a text sunday afternoon that they were done and ready for his guys on Monday. no response.
Tuesday mid-day I visit the area again. The benches hadn't been touched. Well, maybe the guys are in training? My boss complains about something I didn't get done on friday that I postponed to do the new bench projects. I explained the weekend shitshow. My boss stares at me for a minute, and tells me how he got a call from the plant manager friday mid-day saying he couldn't get the staffing, that the plant manager was going to tell me to stop work.
It wasn't bad enough that this asshole KNOWINGLY let me waste my whole weekend for nothing, had two chances to tell me to stop... but he refused to sign off the expense report for the materials I bought for the project! A stop by HR got that resolved easily enough, but still... fuck. I was so mad. that event really ruined my motivation for a few months, till that guy got canned.