A free day.
Two of them actually - in a row - woohoo!
One of the questions I am most commonly asked is what I do on my days off - to which I often jokingly reply: "what day off? I just had 9 days off in a row diving and tomorrow I have one day of work cleaning my apartment, doing the laundry, and cooking dinner for my flatmates!"
But seriously - on my day off, I don't go anywhere near the water.
Do not get me wrong - some of you have dived with me and know how much I love what I do but as an instructor or guide, when you've done 16 days straight, three dives a day, you need a break because otherwise then the job really does start to become just a "job" and as soon as you are unable to offer the quality service that customers expect, you need a change of scenery.
A typical day in my current existence starts with an alarm at 6.20 (just so I can hit snooze for 10 minutes) for a pickup at 7.05 and arrival in the centre at around 7.30am. For Ras Mohamed and Tiran trips, we leave the centre around 8am, set sail about 8.30, make a first dive around 10am, a second at around 12:30pm, followed by lunch and a third dive around 3pm in order to be back at the centre between 5 and 5.30pm. A couple of deco beers and I take the staff bus to get back home around 6.30pm.
There are good days and bad days, just like every job. Some days I get a bunch of super experienced divers and then I feel a bit guilty because I am effectively getting paid money to have fun (but only a *bit* guilty!) and on the other extreme I am spending three hours underwater every day trying to ensure people don't actually die because - aha - not every diver was trained by me
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The job itself can be demanding - most people get tired after a week's worth of diving and we say goodbye, wish them safe journeys home, and pick up the next group of arrivals the following day. But we do it every day, and our bodies are accustomed to the physical demands of diving even in a relatively easy tropical blue-water environment. After a few thousand dives you tend to learn a little bit about how to do it in the most efficient manner and therefore we don't work as hard as your average open water diver, therefore we breathe less, inhale less nitrogen as a consequence and do not feel so tired after the dive as the average customer.
We do it for a living - a professional farmer is going to feel far less tired after a day's work than the farming holiday tourist. Somebody who works as a cycling tour guide is not going to be as exhausted at the end of the day as their customers, pick a job with a smiliarly demanding amount of physical exertion involved; we're not special and for sure there are a million more physically demanding jobs out there.
No - the really exhausting part of the job is the mental and emotional stress of working in a customer facing industry. And again, this is not solely limited to dive instructors - any amount of employees in jobs involving continual customer service - particularly when part of that service is ensuring that, ya know, people don't die - would understand, be that bar tenders and waiters or doctors. We all have vocational stress from time to time, it just so happens that mine is in a blue water paradise, not a small air-conditioned cube (haha!)
And we are entertainers - for 8 hours a day cracking jokes and chatting - identifying fish and assisting with buoyancy issues, shooting the shhhhheeep poop for an hour with the customers, telling the same jokes we told last week cos the new people haven't heard them before...!
There are only so many jokes you can make during a dive briefing when you know that you're visiting the same site as two days before and everybody heard the one about the BMWs that never go rusty... (unless you drop them into 12 metres of water at Shark reef and then they go rusty very quickly!) I can even do that one in German these days. Like a comedian - if your first opening lines get the audience going, you will have a great show. If you don't, then get ready for the rotten tomatoes.
For those who are reading - please be assured that this is not a complaint. Come dive with me and I'll show you an idiot Crowley grinning ear to ear just from the crowd of fusiliers at Jackson Reef two days ago, or the 200-strong school of giant trevallies at Yolanda Reef yesterday. I love it, love it, LOVE IT!, but after racking up more dives per month than many divers log in a lifetime, on my day off, I have a day off.
So today I cleaned the whole apartment - the lulling drone of the vacuum cleaner; the hypnotic sway of the mop, the incessant bass churning of the washing machine. I didn't cook, I will do that tomorrow; but I am drinking a bottle of wine - I love wine, but can't afford it here so it's Omar Khayyam's chilled Rose which is palatable and doesn't sit on my head like a 2 ton rhinocerous with toothache the next morning, and letting the bubbles drift slowly out of my muscles.
Metallica is performing live in my front room with the San Francisco symphony orchestra, and my flatmate just went out to buy another bottle of wine....
And on Monday morning, when the bubbles are gone and the wine has been recycled, I'll be underwater again - sweet!
Safe Diving,
C.