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Sounds like a bad day to me!
I thought I'd pass this one along. I got it by email from my brother in-law.
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 on FM dial 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 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 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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