All MS products are part of the Evil Empire's move to take over the world. (I've been trying to get MS Exchange 2000 into my product line for a year and a half -- I may get it out by Dec. 200*2*.
Here's an email I got from a friend regarding a sucky day at work:
Having a bad day at work? Not after you read this . . .
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 Laughline, 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 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 shit 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 damn 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 I 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
ass started to itch. So, of course, I scratched it.
This only made things worse. Within a few seconds my
ass 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 ass was not as fortunate.
When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into my ass.
I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the
communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with 5 other divers, were all
laughing hysterically. Needless to say I aborted the
dive. I was instructed to make 3 agonizing in-water
decompression stops totaling 35 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 ass as soon as I get in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't shit for 2
days because my asshole 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 ass.