LizzieLou, that sounds incredibly like a guy I worked with at an art gallery not too long ago. His initials aren't "J.O.", are they? Only kidding, though seriously it does remind me of a person I worked with. He was hired to be the "office manager" of the framing section of the gallery. Well, he was really into computers, and instead had dreams of making the place really high-tech--installing webcams and microphones over the framing table, so that customers could get things framed online (who's going to order something like that online, when it's so important to be careful with mat colors?), etc. Trouble is, he didn't know what he was doing, and screwed up his boss' computer several times. He also ran out of gas in the company truck...a FEW times.

And, he was nasty to work with, to boot. He was incredibly sexist, *and* was trying to cheat on his wife. He thought nothing of saying bad things about his wife, and saying that he had nothing to do with her getting pregnant! (Huh?)

Anyway, his boss finally had enough, and called him into the office one day. I knew what was happening, and got so nervous that I actually started giggling maniacally. I couldn't control myself! I was so afraid I'd burst out laughing when I said bye to J.O., that I just made a point of being out on an errand when he left. Whew...