meh. i'm a month into a new job and i hate it. i work with my manager and one other guy called simon. he's 47. I went out for a drink with him after work once, ended up having quite a few, he seemed like a nice, safe enough guy, he has a daughter my age and a son a bit older, n we got on fine until he started making dodgy comments and kissed me. i was completely disgusted and got the bus home as soon as i could. another time he was upset, and i went over to his guitar studio just for a chat, my friend had gotten ill and couldnt take me home so i asked if i could crash on his floor. i have never flirted with him, and never purposefully given him the impression that i would be anything more than a colleague and friend. but that night he insisted on sleeping on the floor with me and kept putting his hands under my jeans on my bum and up my jumper, i moved his hands away but felt there was nothing more i could do as it was his house. i never spoke to him or anyone else about it, but its made me feel sick and fucked up ever since. then i ended up having a miscarriage (nothing to do with HIM), well, what turned out to be a chemical pregnancy. i told my manager, just so she knew why i was off work and she clearly didn't believe me. her and simon then spoke about it behind my back, presumably behind the counter whilst at work also so all the shop could hear, and have made me feel really uneasy since. i feel sick everytime i have to work with simon, and i'm not sure if i'm more disgusted with him or myself for not telling him to fuck right off, but with the economy the way it is i didn't think i could afford to lose my job over it, and chances are seen as my manager wouldnt believe or trust me on something i told her in confidence, i will never trust her again. i have tomorrow off but i'm meant to be working saturday, but i honestly never want to go back. then again, i don't want to go back to being unemployed. i've been feeling really angry and really depressed eversince this situation arose.