Come on... let's have some Friday fun...
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up...its a crack up!
Next time you have a bad day at work... Think of this guy. Rob is a
commercial saturation Diver for Global Divers in Western Australia.
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 Perth, who
was sponsoring a worst job experience contest.
Needless to say, she won.
G'day 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 'waterheater'; 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 side of the suit. 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 already 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 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 in fits of hysterical laughter.
I was then instructed to make three agonizing in-water compression 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 butt as soon as I got into the chamber.
Yes the cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poo 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
bum.
Now repeat to yourself, "I love my job, I love my job, I love my job".<!--QuoteEnd--></div><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Cheer up... It's Friday!!
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