I dont rant. Much. So Im not very good at it so pardon me if this sounds whiney its not supposed to. It supposed to sound angry. Angry, but with firm resolve and conviction.
So today were diving in San Diego, CA. Wifie and I (BTW her name is Jaye someone mentioned that I never call her by her name in my posts ) left last night, had a great dinner downtown, flopped in a hotel moments from the boat, etc. Beats the snot out of driving 2+ hours pre-dawn before a dive.
3-cylinder dive - diving the Yukon and whatever else suits our fancy. On a non-exclusive boat trip scheduled by one of my LDS. So its Jaye and I, 2 leaders from the shop, and three other customers of theirs (7 total from the LDS) and then some other non-shop customers basically our gang of 7, and the rest of the boat (about 6 or 7 others)
Jaye and I are on the boat early (Im a punctuality nut) and were setting up, and I hear some loud woman swearing like a longshoreman over my shoulder, coming down the dock. I know this voice its the same chick that was among the 25 on the recent 2-dayer (my first BP trip.) Let me paint the picture easily 300 #, loud, vulgar, piercing shrieking laugh, etc. GD this and MF that You get the picture a petite flower she aint. Momma must be so proud. What a slice of heaven.
On top of this, she cant don her gear. I have a bad back so when the gate opens, she dons the mask and flops her finned feet over the side, someone brings kit to her, she arms into it, and sort of giant-slips into the ocean. I wont even get into the party on the swimstep.
SIDEBAR: I saw two threads this past week: Should kids dive? and Should the Elderly dive. Heres the scoop: If youre morbidly obese, do not dive. If you cant don your rig on your own and get to the gate, find another sport/past-time/pursuit.
This chick is a whale (pun intended) at the shop there isnt anything that isnt attached to her ample BC sausage, lights, Octo Holders, fin holders, clips, buckles, snaps, whatever wasnt nailed down. She put the chuck in chuckwagon. She got certified in November, and is still pretty new. I presume she is tolerated on shop-sponsored/arranged dives because she has clearly spent enough to outfit 2 divers. Maybe I'm wrong, but that's my guess.
However, what happened today will never happen to Jaye and I again.
Jaye and I were paired up with one of the shop instructors (so were diving 3) and the other instructor took the other 3 customers, (for a foursome.) Dive 1 on the Yukon was a short dive. Viz really sucked. Jaye and I descend and hang by the bow of the Yukon as the rest of the 7 join us. One of the guys from the foursome cant stop his descent. Seriously, this guy keeps going past the Yukon into the abyss. Im sitting and watching this go on, and on Im about 1 second from breaking ranks to go get this guy when he sort of floats back up past the rest of us, then back down to us. It was easily a minute or two. So were sitting here, burning gas while this guy trys to get a grip. His shop leader is just hanging out watching. Maybe he was about to go get this guy, maybe not. But it made me a little nervous.
The dive plan called for hitting the upline at 1500. Jaye and I peel off and along the wreck. At about 2200 and the shop guy in our threesome waves us back. Im like, WHAT? So we spin, and take our time, and hit the upline right at 1550 and emerge with about 1200. I can appreciate having lots of gas in the bottle for safetys sake, but heading up on a 70 line with 1500 in the can is just a waste, IMO. We made a slow ascent, a stop at 15 and still rolled onto deck with 1250 (Jaye with about 1000.) Apparently, our shop designee had some issues clearing on this first dive and burned a lot of gas early.
On dive 2, the 7 of us went down the chain into the La Jolla Kelpbeds a bit cool (50 51), bad viz for So Cal (maybe 15) and surgey. Were diving, hanging out and Jaye and I look for our shop guy. We find him and the other shop guy over with this mouthy chick. She has a small (maybe 5 6 across) starfish in her hair, and the two instructors / Shop Reps are sort of working on her.
Jaye and I continue diving, and we take another routine look for our third, I see him ascending with starfish girl. I have 1900 in the can, and Jaye has about 1700 Were a little miffed to go top side, and really dont want to but a threesome is a threesome. It should be made known here that our third never came to us, never got our attention to signal ascend, never made contact before he escorted this chick to the top. Jaye and I followed because buddy assignments are buddy assignments.
We hit the deck, and the girl is freaking MF this and GD that
Apparently, the shop guy in her foursome dropped the starfish into her hair (no hood waters 50 degrees, but no hood nice.) and it got tangled in her hair. It was pulling on her hair and it sort of freaked her out. She needed to head topside, and for some reason, the shop guy from our threesome (and not the dolt that dropped the starfish in her hair) was the escort. So Jaye and I had to scuttle a perfectly fine dive to tag along with our guy and this girl.
Im down with her getting out of the water better to freak out top side than in the water. Im down with the less experienced guy (our 3rd) escorting her and the more experienced shop guy staying in the water. But if it wasnt this itd be something else. This person is diluting the experienced resources of our team and is putting the rest of us at risk.
Topside was just a mess. I can deal with cussing, I usually just ignore the person. But not only is my great dive trip being littered with her expletives, but shes now being a danger to our team. She cant kit up, shell pulling our third and is generally a big load.
Man. Im still steamed. I later made a third dive with this shop guy. Jaye and the rest of the boat sat out the third dive (it was pretty cold). I didnt talk to this shop guy, but I should have.
In the car on the long drive from SD back to LA, Jaye and I talked about this. I told her that we are rapidly approaching the point where our skills and our dive focus will surpass most of the other divers on these boats and the instructors and Dive Cons the shop sends out with us on these trips. For an instructor to freak out a new diver like that is inexcusable. For another instructor to abandon my wife and I without an acknowledgement is just as bad. The other 4 divers in the group were nowhere near our skill level (which is fine) and I still consider us intermediate divers. Im sure thats why the guy from our threesome ascended and left the more experienced instructor with the group.
Jaye and I dont need escorts were perfectly capable of planning and conducting these dives ourselves. I need to call the shop when I calm down. This stinks more the more I think about it.
It occurred to me that the ONLY person I can count on is Jaye, and the only person she can count on it me. She and I dive a lot together, and shes not (forgive the shameless GI3 reference) a complete stroke. Were careful, conscientious, aware, communicative, we drill together, etc. Its sad to see people who have been at this for so much longer than me just being jerks. Its uninspiring and sad. I told Jaye to drill a 9mm into my ear if I ever become one of these clowns. I expect more from shop reps.
Rant over. I dont feel better. I probably will when I call the owner and tell him he needs to slap his guys around.
K
**** EDIT ****
I've recieved several PM's asking what boat this experience took place on. The experience related above is in no way an indictment of the boat we were on. They did everything right on this trip, were over-the-top attentive, curtious and very compitent.
It was the leadership contingent from my LDS and a few of the divers they booked onto this trip that blew it. The boat had nothing to do with my bad experience. They were great and I'll be diving them again soon, I'm sure.....without the baggage of my LDS leaders.
So today were diving in San Diego, CA. Wifie and I (BTW her name is Jaye someone mentioned that I never call her by her name in my posts ) left last night, had a great dinner downtown, flopped in a hotel moments from the boat, etc. Beats the snot out of driving 2+ hours pre-dawn before a dive.
3-cylinder dive - diving the Yukon and whatever else suits our fancy. On a non-exclusive boat trip scheduled by one of my LDS. So its Jaye and I, 2 leaders from the shop, and three other customers of theirs (7 total from the LDS) and then some other non-shop customers basically our gang of 7, and the rest of the boat (about 6 or 7 others)
Jaye and I are on the boat early (Im a punctuality nut) and were setting up, and I hear some loud woman swearing like a longshoreman over my shoulder, coming down the dock. I know this voice its the same chick that was among the 25 on the recent 2-dayer (my first BP trip.) Let me paint the picture easily 300 #, loud, vulgar, piercing shrieking laugh, etc. GD this and MF that You get the picture a petite flower she aint. Momma must be so proud. What a slice of heaven.
On top of this, she cant don her gear. I have a bad back so when the gate opens, she dons the mask and flops her finned feet over the side, someone brings kit to her, she arms into it, and sort of giant-slips into the ocean. I wont even get into the party on the swimstep.
SIDEBAR: I saw two threads this past week: Should kids dive? and Should the Elderly dive. Heres the scoop: If youre morbidly obese, do not dive. If you cant don your rig on your own and get to the gate, find another sport/past-time/pursuit.
This chick is a whale (pun intended) at the shop there isnt anything that isnt attached to her ample BC sausage, lights, Octo Holders, fin holders, clips, buckles, snaps, whatever wasnt nailed down. She put the chuck in chuckwagon. She got certified in November, and is still pretty new. I presume she is tolerated on shop-sponsored/arranged dives because she has clearly spent enough to outfit 2 divers. Maybe I'm wrong, but that's my guess.
However, what happened today will never happen to Jaye and I again.
Jaye and I were paired up with one of the shop instructors (so were diving 3) and the other instructor took the other 3 customers, (for a foursome.) Dive 1 on the Yukon was a short dive. Viz really sucked. Jaye and I descend and hang by the bow of the Yukon as the rest of the 7 join us. One of the guys from the foursome cant stop his descent. Seriously, this guy keeps going past the Yukon into the abyss. Im sitting and watching this go on, and on Im about 1 second from breaking ranks to go get this guy when he sort of floats back up past the rest of us, then back down to us. It was easily a minute or two. So were sitting here, burning gas while this guy trys to get a grip. His shop leader is just hanging out watching. Maybe he was about to go get this guy, maybe not. But it made me a little nervous.
The dive plan called for hitting the upline at 1500. Jaye and I peel off and along the wreck. At about 2200 and the shop guy in our threesome waves us back. Im like, WHAT? So we spin, and take our time, and hit the upline right at 1550 and emerge with about 1200. I can appreciate having lots of gas in the bottle for safetys sake, but heading up on a 70 line with 1500 in the can is just a waste, IMO. We made a slow ascent, a stop at 15 and still rolled onto deck with 1250 (Jaye with about 1000.) Apparently, our shop designee had some issues clearing on this first dive and burned a lot of gas early.
On dive 2, the 7 of us went down the chain into the La Jolla Kelpbeds a bit cool (50 51), bad viz for So Cal (maybe 15) and surgey. Were diving, hanging out and Jaye and I look for our shop guy. We find him and the other shop guy over with this mouthy chick. She has a small (maybe 5 6 across) starfish in her hair, and the two instructors / Shop Reps are sort of working on her.
Jaye and I continue diving, and we take another routine look for our third, I see him ascending with starfish girl. I have 1900 in the can, and Jaye has about 1700 Were a little miffed to go top side, and really dont want to but a threesome is a threesome. It should be made known here that our third never came to us, never got our attention to signal ascend, never made contact before he escorted this chick to the top. Jaye and I followed because buddy assignments are buddy assignments.
We hit the deck, and the girl is freaking MF this and GD that
Apparently, the shop guy in her foursome dropped the starfish into her hair (no hood waters 50 degrees, but no hood nice.) and it got tangled in her hair. It was pulling on her hair and it sort of freaked her out. She needed to head topside, and for some reason, the shop guy from our threesome (and not the dolt that dropped the starfish in her hair) was the escort. So Jaye and I had to scuttle a perfectly fine dive to tag along with our guy and this girl.
Im down with her getting out of the water better to freak out top side than in the water. Im down with the less experienced guy (our 3rd) escorting her and the more experienced shop guy staying in the water. But if it wasnt this itd be something else. This person is diluting the experienced resources of our team and is putting the rest of us at risk.
Topside was just a mess. I can deal with cussing, I usually just ignore the person. But not only is my great dive trip being littered with her expletives, but shes now being a danger to our team. She cant kit up, shell pulling our third and is generally a big load.
Man. Im still steamed. I later made a third dive with this shop guy. Jaye and the rest of the boat sat out the third dive (it was pretty cold). I didnt talk to this shop guy, but I should have.
In the car on the long drive from SD back to LA, Jaye and I talked about this. I told her that we are rapidly approaching the point where our skills and our dive focus will surpass most of the other divers on these boats and the instructors and Dive Cons the shop sends out with us on these trips. For an instructor to freak out a new diver like that is inexcusable. For another instructor to abandon my wife and I without an acknowledgement is just as bad. The other 4 divers in the group were nowhere near our skill level (which is fine) and I still consider us intermediate divers. Im sure thats why the guy from our threesome ascended and left the more experienced instructor with the group.
Jaye and I dont need escorts were perfectly capable of planning and conducting these dives ourselves. I need to call the shop when I calm down. This stinks more the more I think about it.
It occurred to me that the ONLY person I can count on is Jaye, and the only person she can count on it me. She and I dive a lot together, and shes not (forgive the shameless GI3 reference) a complete stroke. Were careful, conscientious, aware, communicative, we drill together, etc. Its sad to see people who have been at this for so much longer than me just being jerks. Its uninspiring and sad. I told Jaye to drill a 9mm into my ear if I ever become one of these clowns. I expect more from shop reps.
Rant over. I dont feel better. I probably will when I call the owner and tell him he needs to slap his guys around.
K
**** EDIT ****
I've recieved several PM's asking what boat this experience took place on. The experience related above is in no way an indictment of the boat we were on. They did everything right on this trip, were over-the-top attentive, curtious and very compitent.
It was the leadership contingent from my LDS and a few of the divers they booked onto this trip that blew it. The boat had nothing to do with my bad experience. They were great and I'll be diving them again soon, I'm sure.....without the baggage of my LDS leaders.