The Ungood Thread

A few of you are curious as to what I've been doing lately, so here goes.
Some of you already know that I went back to work at the lobster shop. I was thinking about starting another business, but I did a trial run and between the competition and the ecconomy, it didn't turn out to be a good time to get into it, so back to the shop I went.
My rural location and the rough winter weather is what prevents me from working all year and because there's no work where I live, seasonal work is all there is for me and the reason why I have to work on basing myself closer to the city.
So, off to the shop I went where I ended up getting sick as I always do when I work there. Athsma + moisture + steam just don't mix, so I went to work in a different department, which doesn't have the steam and I did fine in there. No problems with getting sick after the transfer and what a relief.
2 months later they hired this big creepy lookin guy, who gave me the creeps from day one.
I decided I'd be keeping my distance from the guy and I thought it was weird that he creeped me out like that, since I always tended to run with the rough crowd and it's very rare that someone I never met to make me feel that way.
Anyway, I heard the guy was married, so that made me feel better, but I still wondered why he made my skin crawl.
A week after he started, he decided he wanted to talk to me, so I talked with him and laughed when he decided to start joking with me.
Then he started flirting, but I wasn't into that at all and the guy just wouldn't let up.
Then he tells me he's an ex con who went to prison for nearly killing a guy who smashed a beer bottle in his face (his story) and this didn't help with my skin crawling situation.
The more I tried to get away from the creep, the closer he would get to me. A guy I worked with told me stuff the guy was doing behind my back to get cheap feels, like cupping his nasty hand behind my ass when he came to get the barrels. Because of an old back injury, I move back and forth when I work standing still to relieve the pressure from my back, so the slime bag would position his hand (cupped) right behind my ass, so when I'd step back, he'd get his cheap feel.
The scum back was undoing my aprine strings, even though he knew it pissed me off, then after I'd tell him off, he'd laugh and say "I won't do it anymore, I just wanted to see how far I could go". I just gave him a dirty look and asked "why"?
The more I tried to get away from the jerk, the more he tormented me. Then he got behind me one day and presssed the front of himself against the back of me and when I tried to get the hell out of there, the son of a bitch pinned me against the table until I freaked out.
My boss saw that I was upset, but he never bothered to ask me what was wrong, so he just told the slimebag (Claude) to keep his distance from me.
He kept his distance for about a week, but then decided he wanted to torment me some more.
The piece of **** had me a nervous wreck and was even stalking me outside during breaks.
The day he started tormenting me again, I punched out and took off.
The next day I came in, I went to my bigger boss and told her my story and asked for a transfer back into the cannery (which makes me sick). She said he creeped her out too and gave me my transfer.
The very next day after I reported what he did, Claude (slime bag) came out into the hall, right in front of my bigger boss to glare at me in the break room, so ever morning after that, my even bigger boss (big guy) was guarding the hall for me after that.
Unfortunately, none of the bosses were around inbetween breaks and at lunch, where the creep would do everything he could to keep my skin crawling.
Finally last week, which was our last week, I quit before the week was over. I couldn't take it anymore and my biggest fear was that this guy was gonna follow me home.
I've never had anyone do this to me before and my nerves aren't even close to what the use to be.
It doesn't help that 2 months before this scum bag decided to play his abusive game with me, I found out that mom has emphysima and COPD.

It's been a shitty year for me, no doubt, but I am not giving up and am still trying to find what's right for me. Getting closer to the city where the work is will be my #1 priority.

Well, that's my ungood story.