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[TD="class: alt1"]Next time you have a bad day at work, think of this guy. Bob 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 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 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."
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