Due the regulated nature of packaged holiday travel, the level of business at our dive centre rises and falls with the scheduling requirements of a number of tour operators - and as far as i can work out, at least for my centre, the highs and lows are cyclical around a four week period.
It depends on the type of holiday people book - most are here for one only one week, many are here for two, and since the turnaround is at the weekend - Saturday Out, Sunday In - the cumulative effect is that we get a lull every weekend, a more noticeable lull every second weekend, and every fourth weekend we seem to be relatively empty.
Thus, over the last two days I have had an actual weekend. As in Saturday and Sunday, those days where people with normal jobs sleep off the hangover from Friday night and then spend Sunday afternoon in a state of depression because they realise how much they have to do next week; that the boss is going to show up sometime around midday and *still* chew them out for being late even though it wasn't their fault because the bus broke down three miles from the office and they had to walk... and also that it actually takes two days to sleep off the hangover from Friday night, not including any Saturday shenanigans, and you're not in the mood.
Malesh - from therein was born the Monday Morning: a few hours of dread terror between restlessly falling asleep on Sunday night and relentlessly grasping for the coffee machine twelve hours later.
So today I arrived at work after spending Saturday recovering from a hangover and Sunday cleaning my apartment, and I find out I have 19 divers on my boat which means ten for me and nine for my colleague (I'm generous like that) and also that my long weekend (two whole days again!) has just finished. This is a real Monday morning, and I can feel it, even though generally speaking I can only hazard a guess as to which day of the week it really is. I had two coffees this morning...
BUT...
Fortunately, I was granted a reprieve when I looked at the number of dives each customer had - and the most inexperienced diver on board had more than 70 dives. After that it was easy. Repeat customers with oodles of dives each (as in some with over 500), who just love to go diving - wherever that happens to be.
They're all great divers and I'm taking 19 of them to Ras Mohamed tomorrow (with another guide, of course, to maintain ratios

) but tomorrow I will basically be getting paid to have fun.
The visibilty wasn't so great today (maybe only 20 metres or so in places) but I did see a family of Napoleon Wrasse at Ras Umm sid - at least 4 individuals - and loads of tuna at Tower, if not the big muddyfunsters that are hanging about at Jackfish Alley recently.
So, it wasn't so bad after all. That was my Monday Morning... how was yours!?
Cheers
C.