Is YOUR job a pain in the butt?

[Hobo_Bill]

Can't be any worse than this one........





Dear Sis,

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 wetsuit. 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, was 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 ".

[Rust In Peace]

That was too long to read all the way through. Was it suppose to be funny?

[Prince Galahad]

nope

just utterly rediculous