Love YOUR JOB??

This is just too funny. It makes our bad days look really good! The 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 a radio station 103.2 on the 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 wet suit and this time of year the water is quite cool. So
to keep warm we have a diesel powered industrial water heater. This $20,000
piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea and 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 wet suit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It's like
working in a Jacuzzi. Everything was going well until all of the sudden, my
butt started to itch. 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 by 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
could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry. 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!