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Array ( [sid] => 48005 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB! [time] => 2004-05-18 01:19:21 [hometext] => The next time your job is getting to you, and you want out.......save this poem! Read it again and you'll never want from your job to roam! [bodytext] => "I LOVE MY JOB,
I LOVE MY JOB,
I LOVE MY JOB!"



This is a true story about a man named Rob.
Rob is a commerical diver, what a job!
He performs underwater, repairs rigs for drilling.
His Sister Sue received this letter, quite thrilling!

Hi Sue,
Just a note from your bottom-dwelling brother.
Sue says, "I'd just had a bad day at the office, like no other!
Rob replies, "I know you've been feeling down lately....
Your office job sounds beastly.
So, I thought I would share my dilemma with you.
May help you realize your job is not so bad, a fresher view.

As you know my office lies at the bottom of the sea.
I wear a suit to my office, it's a wet suit, you see.
This time of year the water is very cold.
We have a diesel powered industrial water heater.
$20,000 piece of equipment sucks sea water, warms it amply.
After it is delightfully warmed, it's pumped to the diver.
Through a garden hose, which is taped to his air breather.

Good plan, I've used it several times, no complaints.
I stuff the hose down the back of my wet suit, no constraints.
This fills my wet suit with nice warm water, just right.
It's like working on land when the sun is bright
Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt itched!
Naturally, I scratched it which enriched the twitch!
Then my butt began to burn, I pulled the hose out.
The damage was already done, I had been stung, by a Jellyfish lout!



In my wet suit a jellyfish had been sucked in by the machine.
My back has no hair for it to stick to, he slide down in-between!
As I scratched, I was grinding him into my butt crack.
I informed the Supervisor up above of my agonizing dilemma.
Instructions I heard coming back were completely unclear.
Laughing hysterically, along with five other divers,
they could care less about my rear!

I don't have to tell you that I aborted the dive.
Instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops, to stay alive.
Which simply meant thirty-five minutes before I could surface.
As I surfaced the only thing I was wearing was my brass helmet over my face!
Climbing out, the medic, with tears of laughter,
Handed me a tube of cream, to soothe my bum.
So swollen my behind, I couldn't poop for 2 days, that's no fun!!!

So, next time you've had a bad day at work.
Just remember your poor ole brother with a smirk.
It could be so much worse with a Jellyfish shoved up your butt like Rob......
And then repeat this to yourself:
"I love my job, I love my job, I love my job!"

I received the story from a dear friend,
The poem is mine.

Created by
Cheri Cam LeBren
May 16, 2004



"Jellyfish Smiles!"





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I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB!

Contributed by lovingcritters on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 01:19:21 AM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



"I LOVE MY JOB,
I LOVE MY JOB,
I LOVE MY JOB!"



This is a true story about a man named Rob.
Rob is a commerical diver, what a job!
He performs underwater, repairs rigs for drilling.
His Sister Sue received this letter, quite thrilling!

Hi Sue,
Just a note from your bottom-dwelling brother.
Sue says, "I'd just had a bad day at the office, like no other!
Rob replies, "I know you've been feeling down lately....
Your office job sounds beastly.
So, I thought I would share my dilemma with you.
May help you realize your job is not so bad, a fresher view.

As you know my office lies at the bottom of the sea.
I wear a suit to my office, it's a wet suit, you see.
This time of year the water is very cold.
We have a diesel powered industrial water heater.
$20,000 piece of equipment sucks sea water, warms it amply.
After it is delightfully warmed, it's pumped to the diver.
Through a garden hose, which is taped to his air breather.

Good plan, I've used it several times, no complaints.
I stuff the hose down the back of my wet suit, no constraints.
This fills my wet suit with nice warm water, just right.
It's like working on land when the sun is bright
Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt itched!
Naturally, I scratched it which enriched the twitch!
Then my butt began to burn, I pulled the hose out.
The damage was already done, I had been stung, by a Jellyfish lout!



In my wet suit a jellyfish had been sucked in by the machine.
My back has no hair for it to stick to, he slide down in-between!
As I scratched, I was grinding him into my butt crack.
I informed the Supervisor up above of my agonizing dilemma.
Instructions I heard coming back were completely unclear.
Laughing hysterically, along with five other divers,
they could care less about my rear!

I don't have to tell you that I aborted the dive.
Instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops, to stay alive.
Which simply meant thirty-five minutes before I could surface.
As I surfaced the only thing I was wearing was my brass helmet over my face!
Climbing out, the medic, with tears of laughter,
Handed me a tube of cream, to soothe my bum.
So swollen my behind, I couldn't poop for 2 days, that's no fun!!!

So, next time you've had a bad day at work.
Just remember your poor ole brother with a smirk.
It could be so much worse with a Jellyfish shoved up your butt like Rob......
And then repeat this to yourself:
"I love my job, I love my job, I love my job!"

I received the story from a dear friend,
The poem is mine.

Created by
Cheri Cam LeBren
May 16, 2004



"Jellyfish Smiles!"









Copyright © lovingcritters ... [ 2004-05-18 01:19:21]
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Re: I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB! (User Rating: 1 )
by bernard on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 01:30:11 AM AEST
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What a write, I could see and fell the humour and tragedy in this poem, I hope his rear end was soon soothed with that tube of cream. I love my job. cracking title too.

poetic hugs.

bernard.


Re: I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB! (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 01:32:01 AM AEST
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Quite amusing..nice read. venkat


Re: I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB! (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 12:31:32 PM AEST
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I loved my job, I loved my job, I loved my job, I still love retirement better!!!!!!!!!!!

Rita


Re: I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB! (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 02:33:34 PM AEST
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ha! very cute and clever connie, i always think of this one picture i saw once of a lady with her breast stuck in an old time washer, the roll kind, and the caption was "and you think Your having a bad day!?" lol, love the jellyfish story, i have a lobster one ill have to tell you sometime lol, huggies n' loves ya, nessa

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Re: I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB! (User Rating: 1 )
by mountainhigh on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 06:26:51 PM AEST
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When I stop laughing.............will tell you...........I LOVED THIS ONE!!!!!!!!!


THANKS!!!!!!!

Chris


Re: I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB, I LOVE MY JOB! (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Wednesday, 19th May 2004 @ 05:45:36 AM AEST
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Fantastic! I love the way you can turn just about anything into a delightful write. I, too, love my job. Some of us do. Rob is blessed.
Stitch




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