Thought for the Day - Bad Day at Work
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 The X,103.2 on your FM dial in Ft Wayne IN, who was sponsoring a "worst job experience" contest. Needless to say, she won: Here's the note:
"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
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. Heats it to a delightful temperature 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
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 Irealized
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 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 5 other divers, were all laughing hysterically.
Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make 3
agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling 35 minutes before I
could reach the surface to begin my chamber
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 2 days because my butthole 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..."
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