Think you are having a bad day at the office  read on......



> Next time you have a bad day at work, think of this
> guy. Bob 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 cold. 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. WhenI 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 upyour butt. Now
> repeat to yourself, "I love my job, I love my job, I love my job."
>

I've heard that one before