If you don't laugh out loud after you read this you are in a coma!
>This is even funnier when you realize it's real! Next time you have a bad
>day at work ... think of this guy:
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>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 radio station 103.2 on FM dial
>in Ft. Wayne, Indiana, 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 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.
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>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." Now whenever you
>have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?
>
>>May you NEVER have a jelly fish bad day