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 a radio station 103.2 on the FM dial in Ft. Wayne, Indiana, who was  sponsoring a worst job experience contest.  Needless to say, she  won.
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 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 and this  time of year the water is quite cool!   So to keep warm we have a diesel powered  industrial water heater.   This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out  of the sea and 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 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 the sudden, my  butt started to itch.
 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 tops totaling thirty-five minutes before  I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry.  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.
 
 
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