Posted on 02/18/2005 7:21:52 AM PST by roaddog727
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".
I'm glad I'm but a humble IT weenie........
Read later.
Sounds like GLADD will want your employment ads.
Yep,
Just revisiting some good humor (either true or not) for Friday enjoyment (Shadenfreude)
Apparently this one's been around since October, 1998, on the internet. Undetermined whether truth or not.
http://www.snopes.com/humor/letters/diver.htm
Claim: A commercial diver suffers when forced to share his wetsuit with a jellyfish.
Status: Undetermined.
Example: [Collected on the Internet, 1998]
Brass helmet? Not likely. Still humorous, though.
I know that part, didn't sound right... it was still funny :D
thanks for the 'urban legend' on this one. Being a diver, it didn't seem factual at all but still enjoyable to read.
Good post.
Faux Jacques Itch Clouseau Ping!
The pic in #15 requires a conspiracy guy poking his head in somewhere.
It's fake.
My worse day at work was much like this story.
While my ship was in port, I was assigned to a painting crew who was spray painting a bomb magazine in the very bottom deck of the Aircraft Carrier USS Saratoga. We used 5 gal cans of dry-cleaning solvent as a paint thinner, which I was using to sit on while I taped my paper coveralls to my boots. The pressure of me sitting on that can caused the fluid to come out the lid opening and soak into my paper coveralls like a wick. It then passed through my dungarees and onto the skin of my rear admiral, and in no time I started to feel the most intense burning you could imagine. In a flash I was climbing up the vertical ladder which went several decks, yelling my head off all the way.
Making a long story short, I made it back to the Petty Officer barracks where we were three to a room. I tried to shower it off, but it only made the burning worse. By this time I had thick throbbing welts and opened blisters covering my butt. I then pulled out the block of ice from the fridge (we cooled the fridge with block-ice in those days) and then put the ice block in the bathtub and then sat on it butt naked.
What a laugh my room mate had when he came in and there I was butt naked sitting on a block of ice.
* For those asking why I didn't go to the infirmary, you could get in trouble for on the job injuries in the military. Injuries often when un treated because of the policy.
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