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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 in Indiana, who was sponsoring a worst job
experience contest. Needless to say, she won.

Read his letter below...

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 wet suit. 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 wet suit.
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 ass 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 ass was not as fortunate. When I scratched what I thought was
an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my ass.

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 totalling 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 shit for two days
because my ass 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 ass. Now
repeat to yourself, 'I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.'

Whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?
May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!!!