I hope you get a good tip from the owner for doing this for him. Sanding, glassing, painting, cleaning--(hint) the yard charges about $50-60 a man hour to do this.
Ever see the Seinfeld episode where the owner of an Ice Cream shop asks Kramer if he wants to work there?
Kramer asks: "How much?"
Owner offers: "How's $10 an hour sound?"
"Giddy-up!" Kramer exclaims as he hands the owner a $20. "Put me down for two hours!"
Not to belabor the point about "not doing it for the money" but here in NJ you can be sure your dive boat crew members are "volunteers" most of whom work a full-time job unrelated to diving during the week to pay the bills.
My Monday-Friday "surface interval" gig pays pretty well. There are a few crew members who could buy the boat by pooling the money under their couch cushions and others for whom the tips determine whether they can afford air fills to dive next weekend or not, but I think for all of us the financial aspect of any tips we receive is no where near as important as the simple recognition that our time and effort has some value and is appreciated by the passengers.
On any given weekend from April-December we happily wake up at 3:30am on Saturday to check the marine forecast to determine if we should get out of bed at 4am to drive 50 miles to get to the boat at 5am, picking up food, soft-drinks and ice on the way, so we can spend an hour getting the boat set up by 6am so that when you get there at 7am we can help you load your two sets of steel doubles, both your deco bottles, your giant tote box of gear, your wet/dry suit and two other bags of stuff on the boat so we can leave by 8am, securing your gear so it doesn't go in the drink, so we can get you to the wreck by 9am, spending the last half hour of the ride in the sweltering heat fully-geared up in a drysuit, fighting back our own seasickness so we're ready to jump into the 55F water as soon as the captain says "GO" so we can rocket down 130’ or so, solo, in the dark, fighting current, while dragging 50lbs of shot/chain, and in low viz locate the safest spot to tie in to the wreck and set a strobe for you, as quickly as possible so you don't have to sit in the sweltering heat, fully geared-up, puking all over yourself. After potentially burning half our back-gas doing that, we’re often getting back up and out of the water while many passengers are still getting geared up. And while you’re doing your first dive we're hurrying out of our gear so we can hose down your puke, hang your gear line, straighten the boat up and put lunch and soft-drinks together so that when you come up from your dive we can take your spear-gun/camera/catch bag, unclip your deco bottle, and safely get you and a dozen other divers in steel doubles out of the water, remove your fins, get you over to your seats, tanks bungied in, out of your gear, stow your deco bottles, put your catch into the game cooler, serve lunch, and do whatever else we can to make sure everyone is having a good time. During the surface interval we’ll help folks switch over their tanks if they want, provide an o-ring to a passenger who needs one, pull an extra mask strap out of our own sav-a-dive kit for another diver, and maybe lend an extra layer of drysuit undies to the diver that was really cold on the first dive. Over lunch we'll tell everyone where to find the 5lb lobster we didn’t have time to nab because we blew through 1,800psi on the tie in or maybe one of us will pull out a binder of deck plans to show you how to get into the best spot to find artifacts on a wreck sunk by a WWI or WWII U-boat. When everyone’s ready, we help get all the divers geared up again, pointing out un-connected drysuit inflator hoses, dunking masks in the rinse bucket, and getting everyone back in the water for dive number two. While everyone's under, we straighten the boat up and then sit around for an hour, wishing we were doing a second dive. (We often get to pass the time by unclogging one or both heads, cleaning the macerators, and putting them back together.) When divers start coming up we help everyone back out of the water, get out of their gear, and stow more lobsters/fish while one of us quickly gears-up to do a solo bounce-dive to 130ft, untie quickly, do a free ascent down current in the open ocean 20mi from shore while waiting for the 50' boat to do a “live” pick up while slamming up and down in 3-5's. (Depending on the charter and the needs of the passengers the crew member who unties is either the lucky one who gets to do TWO dives that day or the unlucky one for whom this is their ONLY dive of the day.) Out of the water and quickly get out of our gear so we can pull up 160’ of line, by hand, including 50lbs of shot/chain, get everything stowed, and get underway, so we can get you back to the dock quickly (while helping folks shuck scallops and/or drag mussels on the way back in) so we can help you get your two sets of steel doubles, both deco bottles, giant tote box of gear and two other bags of stuff off the boat and into your car so you can leave to get home early while we spend another hour and a half cleaning up puke, fish guts, sediment, soda cans, lunch leftovers and other general grit and grime, re-fuel, close the boat up, and drive 50 miles home, typically making an extra stop by one dive shop or another to drop off the lost-and-found items passengers inevitably have left behind so they don’t have to drive 100 miles back and forth to the boat during the week to retrieve them. If there's no traffic (there always is in the summer) we can get home around 6pm, having spent $20 on gas/tolls and another $20 on tank fills, and having told the passenger we gave our own replacement mask strap to “not to worry about it.” After rinsing our gear and deciding whether to try to wash the puke and diesel out of our favorite t-shirt from Cozumel or just throw it away, we get to have dinner and go to bed early so we can get up at 3:30am on Sunday and do it all over again.
A heartfelt thanks with a smile and handshake – with or without a few bucks – says “Dude, I really appreciate what you do!"
Slinking off with no acknowledgement whatsoever – financial or otherwise – says “F--- you, you get to dive for free!”