I'm not the only one with bad days

My freind C. emailed me this story to cheer me up and help me keep things in perspective.

My question to you (my beloved readers) is...at exactly which point do you laugh out loud?

Poor Guy.

Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana Heperforms underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs.Below is an E-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to radiostation 103.2 on FM dial in Ft. Wayne, Indiana, who was sponsoring aworst 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 downlately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you tomake 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 technical ties 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 industrialwater heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of thesea. It heats it to a delightful temperature.It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose, which is tapedto the air hose. Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used itseveral times with no complaints.What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hoseand stuff it down the back of my wet suit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It's like working in aJacuzzi.

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. Withina few seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out from myback, 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 mysuit. Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfishcouldn'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 thejellyfish into the crack of my butt.

I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. Hisinstructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five otherdivers, were all laughing hysterically.Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make threeagonizing 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 brasshelmet. As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter runningdown his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on mybutt as soon as I got in the chamber.The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because mybutt was swollen shut. So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how muchworse 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 badday? May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!!!!!