There are many people in the world who have jobs that are dangerous. If they have a bad day, it's really a bad day. I'm glad I don't have one of those jobs.
Does he get workmen's comp for this? Funny, funny stuff yet again.
Oh, just a little observation, on the hand holding the sword handle, I guess it would be the thumb, but it kinda looks like he's flippin the bird. lol Btw, how's our favorite celery guy and his annoyed/impatient/eager bride? Are we waiting until you go grocery shopping again? jk
The only things that scare me more than those sick circus peanuts are clowns!!! A circus peanut clown maimed in some horrific manner might just give me nightmares for a week!! ;)
On the bright side, he seems to have missed his spine, so as long as he didn't slice through any major organs, he should be okay. Looks like he might have punctured a lung, though. :(
I love your work (try Elderberry Extract, under the brand name Sambucol for shortening your flu-time,) and I also thank you for supporting Spleenal, who is also brilliant. This comment arrives late to the "Bad Day at a Dangerous Job" post, and I don't know how many characters I have available here so here's a link, followed by an attempt at posting the entire story:
Next time you have a bad day at work, think of this guy.
Robby 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.
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 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, 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?”
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Yes, I can't say that I"ve ever had to worry about spearing myself with a tiny plastic spear while on MY job LOL!
Great work!
YIKES!
Does he get workmen's comp for this?
Funny, funny stuff yet again.
Oh, just a little observation, on the hand holding the sword handle, I guess it would be the thumb, but it kinda looks like he's flippin the bird. lol Btw, how's our favorite celery guy and his annoyed/impatient/eager bride? Are we waiting until you go grocery shopping again? jk
On with the blather
Beautiful twinkie work. They really are the evil demons of the snack cake world.
I will admit that I was a bit nervous returning here after all of the peanut pics. I was a bit scared. lol
Remember that....peanuts are your friend, unless you're allergic.
Nice one! :)
Ohmygawd! This happened to me yesterday!
I don't know Terry. You have not been jabbed in the thumb by a stray wire while sculpting?
Love the sword swallower! Can't wait to see the clowns, ringmaster and trapezee artists.
crazypeanut- Nope, it's not a twinkie, it's still a circus peanut! (although it DOES kind of look like a twinkie here)
Thanks for the comments everyone!
And be careful when garnishing your drinks!
Blather- We'll see, we'll see!
Will his health insurance pay for this injury? Or wil there be extenuating circumstances???
The only things that scare me more than those sick circus peanuts are clowns!!! A circus peanut clown maimed in some horrific manner might just give me nightmares for a week!! ;)
Holy yikes! Finally those gross little circus peanuts get what they deserve!
Ohhh!! Pobre croqueta!!
Simplemente genial!
OUCH! That had to hurt.
On the bright side, he seems to have missed his spine, so as long as he didn't slice through any major organs, he should be okay. Looks like he might have punctured a lung, though. :(
The Horror! THE HORROR!!!
;)
Hi!! Nice to meet you. :) I'm a Japanese illustrator. ;) I enjoy to seeing your works. Fun. =)
These are AWESOME
I was wondering why you haven't shown the terrible thing that happened to the high-wire performer. Was it too gruesome? I think we can take it.
Thanks for everyones' comments!
and chakolate- soon.
Thanks for everyones' comments!
and chakolate- soon.
I love your work (try Elderberry Extract, under the brand name Sambucol for shortening your flu-time,) and I also thank you for supporting Spleenal, who is also brilliant. This comment arrives late to the "Bad Day at a Dangerous Job" post, and I don't know how many characters I have available here so here's a link, followed by an attempt at posting the entire story:
http://dailywhackjob.com/index.php/2007/02/06/a-bad-day-at-the-office/
Next time you have a bad day at work, think of this guy.
Robby 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.
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 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, 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?”
As a sword swallower, I love this sculpture.
Q: Why did the almond quit his job with the circus?
A: 'Cause he was working for peanuts!
Happy DAVBS (Day After Venus Beat Serena)
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