Sent By Teri Fitzgerald
YOU'VE GOT TO READ THIS.....
Are you having a jellyfish bad day?
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 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.
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?
Hi Mom, thought you might like this one.
Love, Cathy
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