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Thinking of my nephew. He was recently released from jail and accepted into a group home scenario that lasts for 90 days. Part of me celebrated that he has a place to go, the other part of me that used to work closely with some similar environments on a professional level is waiting for the systematic red tape to trip him up and choke him out all at the same time. Unfortunately, many of them are like quicksand once you step inside. May this one be an exception.
 
Don’t look at the date. Don’t look at the date. Don’t look at the date.

The date is unimportant. It means nothing. It’s just a construct. Look at the stars. Read a book. Dates are meaningless measurements of time.

Look at the date next week. Next month. Dates don’t matter.
 
You appear to need to grab and shake one before it gives a shit.

Or, ya know, heat one up to jaccuzzi temp and shove it into your ass crack. Apparently that also leads to an unhappy jelly! 😆 🤣 But it definitely leads to an unhappy diver! I actually HEARD this (below) on the radio back in the late 90s, and was delighted to reacquire a few years back.🐙


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. The Jellyfish & commercial diver (humor)
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. 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 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."
Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself: Is this a jellyfish bad day?
May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!!!!!
The Jellyfish & commercial diver (humor)
 
Looked up a friend on an obit, thought of another as I was looking- and there was my other friend, with a One Year Anniversary posting. (I actually accidentally just typed, One Tear).
 
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