This guy had a bad day at work.

This hysterical! Enjoy!
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Jelly Fish
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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 FM in Ft. Wayne, Indiana, who was sponsoring a worst job
experience
contest. Needless to say, she won.
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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.
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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 wetsuit. 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.
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Now this sounds like a pretty 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 wetsuit. 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.
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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.
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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."