I had one that wanted me as his property. He wanted me to throw away every single record album (under threat that my house would be destroyed--did not work, because it was an apartment). He wanted to make SURE I did not celebrate the holidays (before I was even baptized or an unbaptized publisher). He wanted me to go out in field circus from 1-3:30 PM one afternoon, and then expected me back out at 9 the next morning despite knowing I worked evenings until sometimes 1 AM. He insisted on a very hard bang on the door beam, not a fake doorbell ring or a more moderate knock on the door itself.
Once he moved, he became the manager of an apartment complex (which must have been very hard on the tenants in that complex). He wanted me to move into an apartment there (it was in a very bad area in the city, and I was then in merely a "bad" area). He offered me a rent that was $5 off what I was then paying, but I had to pio-sneer (at this time, I was not even baptized). It also meant an extra 5 miles of commuting to and from work each way--more than offsetting the $5 "savings" on the rent (which was, as was, under $300 a month).
Failing that, he did manage to sell me a crap air conditioner (a little window unit that wasted $100 a month on electricity bills and did little else). The price was $100 (I could have gotten a new air conditioner, that was more efficient, for not much more than that). The worst part was when I found 4 $50 bills in the direction envelope--when I reported it, he specifically told me where to put each $50 bill (into the Worldwide Pedophile Defense Fund). That was a total waste of $200, which could have provided one or both of us a little fun.
Additionally, this slimebag told me what kind of things to get for field circus. He basically wanted my suits dry cleaned every other day. He wanted me to use liquid laundry soap only (and, at that time, liquid soap was markedly inferior to powder and to today's better liquid soaps). He gave me a piece of s*** ironing board, and specifically told me what kind of iron to get. It seems he wanted me to become a clone of himself--and his nephews (some of which I have had nothing but the kind of bad luck with that they attribute to "demon possessed" objects).
Going beyond that, he was out of my face for a period of several years for being inactive, disfellowshipped, or in other congregations. But, several years later, he became a department manager at a supermarket and wanted me to work directly under him. As I would be working for the store, and the pay was better than what I was making, I took it--through the management of the store (who wanted me to work in two different departments, not solely in his department). He ruined the department, doing things that did not work and refusing to revert back when finding out that they did not work (blowing up buffer pads by reusing single-use pads, ruining chrome plating with use of acid cleaners, etc.) He also wanted me in his department all the time instead of helping the night crew stocking (which was what I was initially supposed to have been doing).
Also at that time, he made a second attempt to get me to move. This time, rather than moving into an apartment complex, he wanted me to be his roommate! This was a blatant attempt to fix it so everything I did was what he told me to, plus he has a history of frequent moves (which I did not want). When I moved into a different complex, he organized a Crap Collection Drive to get me used-up crap for my move-in (which I have been spending the better part of 2009 replacing with real good stuff). The purpose of this was to create the illusion of being generous while merely unloading crap that has seen the end of its useful life (plus wasn't worth anything new), plus to create a sense of indebtedness to allegiance to him (going to boasting sessions, going in field circus). And, when I started skipping boasting sessions, he was working on alarm clocks that would physically drag me to the boasting session.
Needless to say, I found this humanoid to be extremely obnoxious.