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My bff sent this to me. After the week I've had (I'll post when I have the energy - lets just say that ACS is back - AGAIN!!!) with difficult child 1. When I read this, I realized that worse things could happen!
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 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 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. 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 ***** 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 wet suit. 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.'
>
> Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a
> jellyfish bad day?
>
> May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!!!!!
>
My truest feeling is that none of you are having a jellyfish bad day!
Beth
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 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 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. 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 ***** 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 wet suit. 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.'
>
> Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a
> jellyfish bad day?
>
> May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!!!!!
>
My truest feeling is that none of you are having a jellyfish bad day!
Beth