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 Laughline, 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 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 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 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 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 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 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.

 

John O, I'm going to try this one more time. I hate it when I work so hard on a long post and then all of a sudden it dissappears.

In regards to the bad day work.

A few years back my husband and I went on a trip to Key West that I had won with the pharmaceutical co. that I worked for. It was me and 15 other reps with their significant other. They treated us to a snorkeling trip. My husband and I are both blind as a bat when our glasses are off so we stayed pretty close together. All of our group was having a terrific time! I had never snorkeled before and was a little nervous but still having a great time. I came back up to the top of the water and realized that no one was around. There was a lot of yelling and everyone was swimming toward the boat. I of course started swimming towards the boat not knowing what was going on. As I got closer they were yelling at me to swim faster. I just knew there had to be a shark out there someplace. I finally got back onto the boat and everyone was moaning and groaning. My husband was standing up and they were pouring Milk of Magnesia all over his face, in his mouth plus he had his tongue hanging out while they poured it out. You couldn't help but laugh. As it turned out, there was a large school of Portugese Man of War out there. When my husband had come up he took the snorkel out of his mouth and took a big breath. When he did he sucked in a tentacle where it stung his mouth and his tonge plus it stung him across the face. Not having his glasses on he couldn't see. Fortunately he had some benadryl with him but still remained swollen the rest of the trip plus his mouth was numb.

I was the only one some how not stung. I'm glad I couldn't see what was going on!

Cindy

 

Oh Dear, what a story

Tell him he is lucky, over here they supply bottles of vinegar at the Northern beaches. If the bottles are empty the recommend you use urine

John