.. DO you LOVE your JOB. (I love my job; it’s the work I hate!!)
If youdon't laugh out loud after you read this, you are in a coma!
Next timeyou have a bad day at work think of this guy. Bob is a commercial saturationdiver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He performs underwaterrepairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below is an E-mail he sent to hissister. She then sent it to radio station 103 .5on FM dial in Indiana, who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest. Needless to say, she won.
Read hisletter below...
Hi Sue,Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had a bad dayat the office. I know you've been feeling down lately at work, so Ithought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's not so badafter all.
Before Ican tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a fewtechnicalities of my job.
As youknow, 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 dieselpowered industrial water heater.This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out ofthe sea. It heatsit to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a gardenhose, 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 andstart working, is take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wet suit. Thisfloods my whole suit with warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi. Everything was goingwell until all of a sudden, my butt started to itch.So, of course, I scratched it. This only madethings worse. Within afew seconds my ass started to burn.I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage wasdone. In agony I realized what had happened.The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish andpumped it into my suit. Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, thejellyfish couldn't stick to it, however, the crack of my ass was not asfortunate. When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actuallygrinding the jellyfish into the crack of my ass. I informed the dive supervisorof 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-waterdecompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes before I could reach thesurface to begin my chamber dry decompression. Remember.....Life isn't tiedwith a bow, but it's still a gift.
When Iarrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet. As I climbedout 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 inthe chamber. The creamput the fire out, but I couldn't shit for two days because my ass was swollenshut. So, nexttime you're having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be ifyou had a jellyfish shoved up your ass.Now repeat to yourself, 'I love my job, I love my job,I love my job.
Wheneveryou have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day? May youNEVER have a jellyfish bad day!
