Close to the truth.

An American-Indian walks into a saloon with a shotgun in one hand and a 10-litre bucket of manure in the other: The Indian says to the bartender, "Me want Lager!"
The bartender says, "Sure, Chief, coming right up." He then serves the Indian a tall glass of Tennents Lager. The Indian drinks it down in one gulp, picks up the bucket, throws the manure into the air and blasts it with the shotgun. He then walks out.
Five days later, the Indian returns:
He has his shotgun in one hand and another bucket of manure in the other.He struts up to the bar and tells the bartender:
“Me want beer!"The bartender says, "Whoa there Chief, we're still cleaning up from the last time you were here... What was that all about anyway?" he asked.
The Indian explained, "Me training for job as politician. Drink beer, shoot the s#*t, disappear for a few days come back and see if somebody else has cleaned up the mess me left behind....."
Rgds,
Crocy.

I nicknamed my boss Politician, when asked why that name, I replied makes a mess everywhere and expects everyone else to clean it up!!!

We used to call bosses like that seagulls. Fly in, make a lot of noise, take anything they can and leave s**t everywhere when they fly out.

Our old boss was called 'showbag'. Full of promise on the outside but really full of s&#t.

Human Resource Manager was called ‘Mirror’. His favourite saying was “I’ll look into it”.

The prerequisite for HR managers is a lobotomy.

Over the years I only met two that were honest. I made a third bang his head on his desk while telling me, "Get out of my office."