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. 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 heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea. It heats to a delighful temperature and 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 have 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 by butt started to itch, so I of course 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 totalling thirty five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my 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 to rub it on my butt as soon as I got into the chamber. The cream put the fire out but I couldn't POOP for two days because my butt was swollen shut.

So the next time you are 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."

Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a
Jellyfish bad day?

lol

Never had a jellyfish bad day...thank God!!!

ROFL

I've had jellyfish bad days, they keep me in check whenever I have sand-in-box bad days.

lol

it should make me love my job more, but for some reason it doent btw i enjoyed reading it

Im with Nev; great read, but it really dowsnt make my job any better...

Ive always said that no matter what you do to make a living, they call it "work" for a reason.

And I cant think of ever having a Jellyfish bad day though I can think of a couple that came close...

lol