"stoney" <stoney@the.net> wrote in message
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I f you don't laugh out loud after you read this you are in a coma!
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 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.

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 up your butt.
Now repeat to yourself, "I love my job, I love my job, I love my
job."

Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, Is this a jellyfish
bad day?

May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!!!!

LOL! Oh dear! I got a chunk of jellyfish stuck in my bikini top when I was
a teenager. Ouch! I don't even want to THINK about it in my buttcrack!

"stoney" <stoney@the.net> wrote in message
news:ai6tt15drmfghcckuuulpp13s1a6gi43h2@4ax.com...

I f you don't laugh out loud after you read this you are in a coma!
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 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 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 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 up your butt.
Now repeat to yourself, "I love my job, I love my job, I love my
job."

Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, Is this a jellyfish
bad day?

May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!!!!

LOL! Oh dear! I got a chunk of jellyfish stuck in my bikini top when I was
a teenager. Ouch! I don't even want to THINK about it in my buttcrack!