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 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 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 butt started to 
itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within
a few seconds my butt started to burn horribly. 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. (ok, I was screaming) 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"