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I LOVE MY JOB

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.

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 .5 on FM dial in Indiana, who was sponsoring a 'worst job
experience' contest.

Needless to say, she won.
Read his letter below.


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 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 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 arse was not as fortunate..

When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding
the jellyfish into the crack of my arse.

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
totalling 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 shit for two days
because
my arse 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 arse.
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?