My job is a challenging position as I am a maintenance contractor site manager at one of the largest oil sands production facilities in the Canadian north. After a particularly difficult day I was walking to my truck mumbling how I love my job. I know you have all been there - right? The next morning this e mail came to my attention - thought I would share it with you.
If you think you’ve had a bad day at work read this…
Hi Jen,
Just a quick note from your bottom-dwelling big brother. I know work has been a challenge for you lately, so I thought I’d try to encourage you by telling you about a bad day I had at the office last week.
First, I have to fill you in on a few of the job’s technicalities. As an underwater welder, you know that my office is on the sea floor and that I always wear a suit to work… a wetsuit that is.
During the winter months, the water gets a bit cold, so in order to keep warm, we have a heavy-duty industrial water heater. The heater pumps seawater out, heats it up on the surface, and then delivers it down to us divers working on the bottom of the ocean through a hose attached to our air hose.
When I get to the office, I take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wetsuit, which normally works like a charm. It’s like working in a hot tub! I’ve never had a problem with my method. Until…
Last Tuesday. I was working, like normal, when my bum got a bit itchy. I scratched it, not thinking much of it at the time, but then it got worse. Much worse.
Suddenly, my bum started to burn. I yanked out the hose, but the damage was done, and I quickly figured out what had transpired. The heater, my beloved Jacuzzi, had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it directly into my suit. I don’t have any hair on my back, so the jellyfish had nothing to hook onto. Unfortunately, my bum crack did not have the same state of baldness. Thus, when I scratched the apparent itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my butt.
I communicated to my supervisor up on the surface using the full-face mask’s radio system. She relayed instructions to me, but they were difficult to make out as she, along with five of my colleagues, were all laughing uncontrollably. Ok, I thought, time to call the dive quits and head back up to the surface.
When I finally understood my supervisor in between her fits of laughter, she told me to make three in-water decompression stops before I came to the surface. This took a total of thirty-five excruciating minutes. Longest half-hour of my life.
By the time I surfaced, I had nothing on but my hood, ditching my wetsuit during my painful ascent. The medic came over, snorting with laughter mind you, and handed me a cream to rub on my, ahem… area, as soon as I got in the decompression chamber. The cream helped relieve the fiery itch, but I could not poo for two whole days, as my butt had swollen shut.
So, whenever you next feel down at work, think about having a jellyfish shoved up your bum, and repeat after me…
“I love my job, I love my job, I love my job
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