Mr. O, is another supervisor who thinks I am his secretary, he is creepy and impossible of moving past the 90's.
He is a close talker, a toucher and he hovers. I think he finds a way to physically touch me every day (like on my shoulder, back, hand or arm), and all of the women at our company say the same thing. Did I mention he farts at everyone else's desks then walks away? Ew, Creeper!!!!
Mr. O is completely computer illiterate to the point that he has to ask how to print everything, open everything and refuses to type anything. He hurts my brain, actually I think my brain gets smaller every day I have to talk to him.
He hurts my brain, farts, hovers, touches me then leaves. I need a bubble, and an oxygen mask.
Mr. O is cheap too and would like us to buy our own office supplies, not going to happen buddy!
