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> This is even funnier when you realize it's real!<BR>
> Next time you have a <BR>
> bad day at work, think of this guy. Rob is a<BR>
> commercial saturation diver <BR>
> for Global Divers in Louisiana. He performs<BR>
> underwater repairs on <BR>
> offshore drilling rigs. Below is an E-mail he sent<BR>
> to his sister. She <BR>
> then sent it to radio station 103.2 on FM dial in<BR>
> Ft. Wayne, Indiana, <BR>
> who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest. <BR>
> Needless to say, she won. <BR>
> <BR>
> Hi Sue, <BR>
> Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother.<BR>
> Last week I had a <BR>
> bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling<BR>
> down lately at work, <BR>
> so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to<BR>
> make you realize it's <BR>
> not so bad after all. Before I can tell you what<BR>
> happened to me, I <BR>
> first must bore you with a few technicalities of my<BR>
> job. <BR>
> <BR>
> As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the<BR>
> sea. I wear a suit to the office. It's <BR>
> a wetsuit. This time of year the water is quite<BR>
> cool. So what we do to <BR>
> keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered<BR>
> industrial water heater. <BR>
> This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out<BR>
> of the sea. It <BR>
> heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps<BR>
> it down to the diver <BR>
> through a garden hose, which is taped to the air<BR>
> hose. Now this sounds <BR>
> like a darn good plan, and I've used it several<BR>
> times with no <BR>
> complaints. What I do, when I get to the bottom and<BR>
> start working, is <BR>
> take the hose and stuff it down the back of my<BR>
> wetsuit. This floods my <BR>
> whole suit with warm water. It's like working in a<BR>
> Jacuzzi. <BR>
> <BR>
> Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my<BR>
> butt started to itch. So, of <BR>
> course, I scratched it. This only made things worse.<BR>
> Within a few <BR>
> seconds my rear started to burn. I pulled the hose<BR>
> out from my back, <BR>
> but the damage was done. In agony I realized what<BR>
> had happened. The hot <BR>
> water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped<BR>
> it into my suit. <BR>
> <BR>
> Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the<BR>
> jellyfish couldn't stick to <BR>
> it. However, the crack of my butt was not as<BR>
> fortunate. When I <BR>
> scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually<BR>
> grinding the jellyfish into <BR>
> the crack of my butt. I informed the dive supervisor<BR>
> of my dilemma over <BR>
> the communicator. His instructions were unclear due<BR>
> to the fact that <BR>
> he, along with five other divers, were all laughing<BR>
> hysterically. <BR>
> <BR>
> Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed<BR>
> to make three agonizing <BR>
> in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five<BR>
> minutes before I <BR>
> could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry<BR>
> decompression. When I arrived <BR>
> at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass<BR>
> helmet. As I climbed <BR>
> out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter<BR>
> running down his <BR>
> face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub<BR>
> it on my butt as <BR>
> soon as I got in the chamber. The cream put the fire<BR>
> out, but I couldn't <BR>
> poop for two days because my butt was swollen shut. <BR>
> <BR>
> So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think<BR>
> about how much worse it would be if you had a<BR>
> jellyfish shoved up your butt. Now repeat to<BR>
> yourself, "I love my <BR>
> job, I love my job, I love my job ". <BR>
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