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And just too funny to pass up reposting here)
Having a bad day at work?
This is even funnier when you consider that it is real!
The next time you have a bad day at work, think of this guy.
Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana.
He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs.
Below is an email he sent to his sister. She then sent it to an FM
radio station in Ft. Wayne, Indiana that was having a worst-job contest.
Needless to say, she won.
Hi Sue,
Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother.
Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down
lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you, to make you
realize it is not so bad after all. Before I can tell you what happened to
me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities about m! y job. As you
know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It's
a wetsuit. This time of year the water is pretty cold, so what we do to
keep warm is this; we have a diesel-powered, industrial water heater. This
$20,000.00 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the ocean. It heats it
to a delightful temperature, and then pumps it down to the diver through a garden
hose that is taped to the air line. Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've
used it a number of times with no complaints.
What I do, is when I get down to the bottom and start working, is take the hose
and stuff it down the back of my wetsuit. This floods my whole suit with warm
water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi.
Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to itch. So of
course, I scratched it. This only made things worse.
Within a few seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back, but
the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened.
The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit.
Now since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn't stick to it.
However, the crack of my butt was not so fortunate. When I scratched what
I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my butt.
I informed the dive master of my dilemma over the intercom. His instructions were
unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other divers were all laughing hysterically.
Needless to say, I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water
decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes, before I could reach the surface to
begin my chamber-dry decompression.
When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet.
As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face,
handed me a tube of analgesic cream and told me to rub it on my butt as soon as I got in
the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't take a dump for two days because
my butt was swollen shut.
So the next time you are having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it could
be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt.
Now repeat to yourself, "I love my job. I love my job. I love my job."
And just too funny to pass up reposting here)Having a bad day at work?
This is even funnier when you consider that it is real!
The next time you have a bad day at work, think of this guy.
Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana.
He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs.
Below is an email he sent to his sister. She then sent it to an FM
radio station in Ft. Wayne, Indiana that was having a worst-job contest.
Needless to say, she won.
Hi Sue,
Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother.
Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down
lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you, to make you
realize it is not so bad after all. Before I can tell you what happened to
me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities about m! y job. As you
know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It's
a wetsuit. This time of year the water is pretty cold, so what we do to
keep warm is this; we have a diesel-powered, industrial water heater. This
$20,000.00 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the ocean. It heats it
to a delightful temperature, and then pumps it down to the diver through a garden
hose that is taped to the air line. Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've
used it a number of times with no complaints.
What I do, is when I get down to the bottom and start working, is take the hose
and stuff it down the back of my wetsuit. This floods my whole suit with warm
water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi.
Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to itch. So of
course, I scratched it. This only made things worse.
Within a few seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back, but
the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened.
The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit.
Now since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn't stick to it.
However, the crack of my butt was not so fortunate. When I scratched what
I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my butt.
I informed the dive master of my dilemma over the intercom. His instructions were
unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other divers were all laughing hysterically.
Needless to say, I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water
decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes, before I could reach the surface to
begin my chamber-dry decompression.
When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet.
As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face,
handed me a tube of analgesic cream and told me to rub it on my butt as soon as I got in
the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't take a dump for two days because
my butt was swollen shut.
So the next time you are having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it could
be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt.
Now repeat to yourself, "I love my job. I love my job. I love my job."
