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I Love My JobI LOVE MY JOB . . . . . you HAVE to read this!!!
If you don't laugh out loud after you
read this you are in a coma! This is even funnier when you realize it's
real! 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 E-mail he sent to his sister. She then
sent it to radio station 103.2 FM in Ft. Wayne , Indiana , who was
sponsoring a worst job experience 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's
not so bad after all
Before I can tell you what happened to
me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities
of my job.
As you know, my office lies at the bottom
of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It's a wet
suit. This time of year the water is quite cool. So what we do to
keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered industrial water heater.
This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea.
It heats it to a delightful temperature.
It then pumps it down to the diver
through a garden hose, which is taped to the air hose. Now
this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times
with no complaints.
What I do, when I get to the bottom and
start working, is take the hose and stuff it down the
back of my wet suit. 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 as 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 supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. 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 totalling
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 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 poop for two days because my butt was swollen
shut.
So, next time you're having a bad day at
work, think about how much worse it would 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."
Now whenever you have a bad day, ask
yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?
May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!!!!!
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