I'm just reading this post now...
can't....
breathe....*gasp*....sides....hurt....
Anyway, here's a pretty good one that was actually read recently inchurch (yes,
church ), and it was too good not share...
Next time you have a bad day at work...think of this guy:
Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. Heperforms underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below is anE-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to radio station 103.2on your FM dial in Ft Wayne, Indiana, who was sponsoring a worst jobexperience contest. Needless to say, she won.
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Hi Sue,
Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had abad 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'snot so bad after all.
Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with afew technicalities of my job. As you know, my office lies at the bottomof the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It's a wetsuit. This time ofyear 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 ofequipment sucks the water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightfultemperature. 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 Iget to the bottom and start working, is take the hose and stuff it downthe back of my wetsuit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It'slike working in a Jacuzzi.
Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started toitch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse.Within a few seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose outfrom my back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what hadhappened. The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped itinto my suit. Now since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfishcouldn't stick to it. However, the crack of my butt was not asfortunate. When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actuallygrinding the jellyfish into the crack of my butt. I informed the divesupervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions wereunclear due to the fact that he, along with five other divers, were alllaughing hysterically. Needless to say I aborted the dive. I wasinstructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stopstotalling thirty five minutes before I could reach the surface to beginmy chamber dry decompression.
When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brasshelmet. As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears oflaughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told meto rub it on my butt as soon as I got in the chamber. The cream put thefire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because my butt was swollenshut. So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about howmuch 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..."