So you think you have problems.....?
A Bad Day At The Office
This is told for a true story. The 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.
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 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.
On this particular day, 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.
T! he 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. When I scratched
what 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, was 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 up your butt.
Now repeat to yourself, "I love my job, I love my job, I love my job."
Have a great day at work! "
