jennaflower
09-24-2002, 07:10 AM
Oh... I woke up this morning to find this little story in my e-mail ... was the perfect laugh first thing in the morning
I am sure we have all had days when we hated our job. Well - the next
time you start to hate your job stop and think about this email.
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 The X, 103.2
on your FM dial in Ft Wayne IN, who was sponsoring a "worst job
experience" contest. Needless to say, she won.
The e-mail:
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 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 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 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 5
other divers, were all laughing hysterically. Needless to say I
aborted the dive. I was instructed to make agonizing in-water
decompression stops totaling 35 minutes before I could reach
the surface to begin my chamber 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 2 days because
my butt hole 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..."
I am sure we have all had days when we hated our job. Well - the next
time you start to hate your job stop and think about this email.
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 The X, 103.2
on your FM dial in Ft Wayne IN, who was sponsoring a "worst job
experience" contest. Needless to say, she won.
The e-mail:
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 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 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 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 5
other divers, were all laughing hysterically. Needless to say I
aborted the dive. I was instructed to make agonizing in-water
decompression stops totaling 35 minutes before I could reach
the surface to begin my chamber 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 2 days because
my butt hole 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..."