Nest time you have a bad day at work....
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 The X,103.2 on your FM
dial in Ft Wayne IN, who was sponsoring a "worst job
experience" contest.
Needless to say, she won.
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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
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 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 as fortunate.
When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was
actually grinding the jellyfish into 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 5 other divers, were all laughing
hysterically. Needless to say I aborted the dive. I
was instructed to make 3 agonizing in-water
decompression stops totaling 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 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 2
days because my bottom 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..."
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