Count your blessings. This was just emailed to me.
>
> 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 a radio station that
>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.’
