I Love My Job!

LOVE MY JOB
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.

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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 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.
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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 ass 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 ass was
not as fortunate. When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was
actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my ass.
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.
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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 shit for two days because my ass was swollen shut.
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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 ass. Now
repeat to yourself, 'I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.' Whenever
you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?

May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!!!!!

There are worse jobs. He just got an unlucky break.

Do you know if he decided to crack on with the job?

Helmet divers wear drysuits and thermal underwear, they do not require water heating.

And yes, today was a bloody jellyfish bad day. If there had been anyone around senior enough to accept a resignation I'd have handed mine in.