A work mate sent me this, so the next time you have a bad day at work think of this poor bugger!!!!!!!!!
"Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs.
He sent this e-mail to his sister, who then sent it to the local radio station, 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 pffice.
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 the job.
As you know, my office is 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 pieces of equipment sucks up water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden 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 stuff the hose down the back of my wetsuit. This floods the wetsuit 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 out the hose 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 could not stick to it. However, the crack of my butt was not so fortunate.
When I scratched what I thought was in 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 agonising in-water decompression stops totalling 35 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 fo 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 could'nt poop for two days because my butt was swollen shut.
So, next time if 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!!!!..."
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"Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs.
He sent this e-mail to his sister, who then sent it to the local radio station, 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 pffice.
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 the job.
As you know, my office is 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 pieces of equipment sucks up water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden 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 stuff the hose down the back of my wetsuit. This floods the wetsuit 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 out the hose 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 could not stick to it. However, the crack of my butt was not so fortunate.
When I scratched what I thought was in 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 agonising in-water decompression stops totalling 35 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 fo 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 could'nt poop for two days because my butt was swollen shut.
So, next time if 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!!!!..."
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