HJ-Pinnelipe
Cadet
Direct copy and paste from a cousin of mine and her MySpace bulletin for yesterday.
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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.
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.
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 n ot 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 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 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 totali n g 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!!!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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.
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.
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 n ot 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 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 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 totali n g 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!!!!!
