You first, Sunshine!
It says right here on this can of Pprunes that one isn't allowed to name names.
Anyway, I have screwed up a few times myself, so that one of the names named might just name me! Then where would we be? Stuck here in the stocks with the rabble all chucking rotten cabbages; I think not!
I think we can safely stick with just the general outline of an idea ('Managers tend to be self-centered.') and let everyone connect the dots themselves. That's like the difference between a love story and a porno flick. We can all have our own private movie running in our head without having to stare at some stranger's hairy nyash.
It is also sometimes the case that just after you finish flambéing some creep from your past you discover that either you need him, he is your new boss or else that it was someone else entirely who shafted you.
'Aviation Consultant,' I like the sound of that! Most ways out of the present trouble will not work; why not get paid good money to suggest a few?
I remember once showing up back at my old place of work to notice a new flagpole and a very nicely painted old generator shed, bright white above and then grey from about one metre down to the ground.
It was obvious that a military mind had been at work there and it turned out that, yes, a grey eminence from Eket, a retired 'lifer,' had been hired as an Aviation Consultant to transform the operation. I just had to ask, 'How did that work out?' as if I couldn't guess, when I was directed to the flagpole and the generator shed. So, hey, I could do that!
See, if we have a flagpole then we can have parades and hand out Air Medals while everyone stands at attention and sweats their balls off; that beats a pay raise any day. Jeez, I better stop now before someone else here steals all my great ideas and beats me to my dream job!