Think you are having a bad day at the office  read on...... 
 > Next time you have a bad day at work, think of this 
 > guy. Bob 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 wetsuit. This time of year the water is quite cold. 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 
 > 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. WhenI 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 upyour butt. Now 
 > repeat to yourself, "I love my job, I love my job, I love my job." 
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