There's something very unsettling about anyone who stares at another person, let alone a young person, at work for several minutes on end, multiple times a day. Especially when we're talking about a gentleman who quickly turns (noticeably), leaned back in his computer chair, arms over his head. He sits there as I continue working on data entry, his shirt lifted up because of his arms, about two inches of his stomach curling out in a disturbing relaxation. Inhaling another gust, possibly trying to intimidate with unblinking ridgedness. It's possible that it's better he sit next to me instead of one of the women in the other room who would very easily claim sexual harassment after too many glaring eyes and protruding bellies. As he shoots a snot rocket into his right hand, and licks it off like a Kodak bear.
Actually, there's something unsettling about the quick head turned looks out the window at any member of the opposite sex. Followed closely by a even more unsettling grown. Have I mentioned that I'm not a fan of working here? I thought I had. Can't recall if I made note of that.
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