"You don't care about your job."
From the laziest, thickest arsehole I have ever had the displeasure to work for (and there have been a few). He had not one a clue about what he was doing and was looking to blame his poor performance rating on members of his team.
"Could you give me a one pager?" was his constant, pathetic, useless cry. What this highly technical piece of work that requires intricate speccing, planning and a variety of skills from a variety of teams to carry out? Not really, no.
The irony is that I was loyal to the company (still am) and had worked hard for it for about half my lifetime. Meanwhile he resigned later that afternoon, after only a few years, for a job he had blatantly faked sick leave to interview for.
Because performance affects rating when it comes to redundancy, he put me at risk of losing my job about 6 months later. Fortunately, his manager, who had come to realise the fuckwit was just a salesman who talked a good talk but couldn't do the job, took pity on me and helped me keep my role. To him, I will forever be grateful.
I look the peanut headed prick up on LinkedIn occasionally. He changes jobs regularly, around about when he would be getting found out for not have becoming competent in his new role. He's lucky I kept my job. I had plans for him. I've rarely hated anyone so much.