Jellyfish bad day..A bit long, but really funny?

This is even funnier when you realize it's real! Next time you have abad 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 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 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.
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.