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 a radio station 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 wetsuit. 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 water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful
temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a 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
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 ass
started
to itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse.
Within a few seconds my ass started to burn. I pulled the hose out from
my
back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened.
The 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 ass was not as fortunate. When I scratched
what I
thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the
crack
of my ass. 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 ass
as
soon as I got in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I
couldn't
poop for two days because my ass 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".
:cheers:
:roflmao:
Hoot! :lmfao:
haha thats nice.... that had to hurt :roflmao: and indeed i love my job i love my job i love my ....
:roflmao: :roflmao: :roflmao:
was putting 2 and 2 together all the way through that one ..... :D
like that one ....
8)
:roflmao:
I love my job...
TANGO gr8
I'm such a killjoy.
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