How much do you hate your job?

[redlava]

Couldn't be anymore than this guy hates his right now.I LOVE MY JOB"-This is a little long but it's worth the read! This is even funnier when you realize it's real! The next time you have a bad day at work... think of this guy.Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in LouisianaHe performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below isan E-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to radio station 103.2 FM in Ft. Wayne, Indiana, who was sponsoring a worst jobexperience contest.Needless to say, she won.Hi Sue:Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week Ihad a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down lately atwork, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make yourealize its 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 (removed) started to itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within a few seconds my (removed) 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 toit. However, the crack of my (removed) was not as fortunate. When I scratchedwhat I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into thecrack of my (removed). I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over thecommunicator. 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 minutesbefore 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 tearsof laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my (removed) as soon as I got in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because my (removed) was swollen shut.So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about howmuch worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your (removed).Now repeat to yourself, "I love my job, I love my job, I love my job"

[Viben' round]

That is priceless!

[nismo]

That really sucks. Damn. I would hate that.Inder