Wow,I love my Job!!!

[Larry Wilson]

Wow , I Love My JOB

Hey y'all, thought you might get a kick out of this.

I Love My Job


Poor guy!!

This is even funnier when you realize it's real!
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 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 butt 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 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 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.

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"

[Marlene A. Sassaman]

Guess I better feel sorry for myself.

[Marlene A. Sassaman]

Oh, guess I better quit feeling sorry for myself.

[Terri]

Think he'd be needing one of those special pillows to sit on ....ouch...and a bottle of narcotics