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Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in <st1:state w:st="on"><st1 ="">Louisiana</st1>.</st1:state>
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 <st1 =""><st1:city w:st="on">Ft. Wayne</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">Indiana</st1:state></st1>,
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<o =""></o> after<o =""></o> all. Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must
bore you with a<o =""></o> few<o =""></o> 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<o =""></o>
it<o =""></o> to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a<o =""></o>
garden<o =""></o> 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<o =""></o>
and<o =""></o> stuff it down the back of my wetsuit. This floods my whole suit with
warm water. It's<o =""></o> like<o =""></o> 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<o =""></o> my<o =""></o>
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<o =""></o> crack<o =""></o> 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<o =""></o> other<o =""></o>
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.<o =""></o>
As<o =""></o> 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<o =""></o> cream<o =""></o> 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<o =""></o> it<o =""></o>
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."<o =""></o>
Now<o =""></o> whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?
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 <st1 =""><st1:city w:st="on">Ft. Wayne</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">Indiana</st1:state></st1>,
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<o =""></o> after<o =""></o> all. Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must
bore you with a<o =""></o> few<o =""></o> 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<o =""></o>
it<o =""></o> to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a<o =""></o>
garden<o =""></o> 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<o =""></o>
and<o =""></o> stuff it down the back of my wetsuit. This floods my whole suit with
warm water. It's<o =""></o> like<o =""></o> 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<o =""></o> my<o =""></o>
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<o =""></o> crack<o =""></o> 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<o =""></o> other<o =""></o>
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.<o =""></o>
As<o =""></o> 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<o =""></o> cream<o =""></o> 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<o =""></o> it<o =""></o>
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."<o =""></o>
Now<o =""></o> whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?