So just an update to keep you posted on status, where I am coming from, what's happening, and where I am going (well, that would be the million dollar answer!).
Yesterday had a downward swerve in that fairground of life. Only my fourth day at work, thinking.. yes, quite like it. I am not dreading every day and generally people seem cool. Then.... the OWNER of the company came up to me and said that the skipper had asked that I don't take introductory divers as a couple of days ago I had an out of air situation with an intro diver and as a final finale he mentioned that the skipper also told him that he understood I had no experience of taking intro divers.
Well, blow me down with a feather, or a turbo charged vacuum cleaner set on extreme blow! Gobsmacked or what.
So my reply was that yes, I had had a situation (on my third day at work) which I have to admit was unfortunate in that with my intro divers a certified diver did the dive, but his tank hadn't been refilled. As the diver with equipment was passed to me whilst I was in the water I assumed the tank had been checked. He was a certified diver and was fine under the water (this was my second dive with him). On the dive on the 10 min check I saw that his tank was low and hadn't been refilled and put him on my alternate so I could get him to the bottom of the line with 50 bar and so that I didn't effect everybody else's dive and finishing early to complete the 30 mins.
He was a certified diver and was no problem, he wasn't an intro. I said that I had over 8 years diving experience and that I had taken 1,000's of intro divers. I also stated that this was the first time that anybody had spoken to me about this.
What actually happened was that when I asked for the diver's air he showed me the OK sign (he thought 50 bar was OK!), so I carry on .. it was only when he was on 30 bar he decided to show me. So I put him on my alternate (luckily I was about 50 metres from the line). I put him on the line back to the boat from a depth of 3m and back on his own air and told him to go up (working out he should have enough to get to the surface and to the ladder, with enough to inflate if needed his BCD (jacket) on the surface.
Welcome to diving in Port Douglas. It takes somebody to go to somebody else, who then goes to the higher management and nobody mentions anything to the person who actually did the 'deed'.
This was highlighted beautifully in my last company when a couple of friends of mine who were working on the semi submersibles (one was the driver). They were seen taking two white pills out of cling film/plastic and taking drugs on the pontoon whilst they were working. The person who saw them went to his Manager, that Manager went to their senior. The senior of the senior who was on holiday at the time was flown back from his holiday to address these serious accusations. It transpired that the drugs in question were two mints, kept dry by being wrapped in plastic.
So yesterday after work felt so disullusioned. I ate a whole quiche in comfort eating and just felt so miserable. I was working so hard, and really thinking that I was making a good impression and now I am back to people thinking that I am crap, and don't know what I'm doing and now my confidence is rock bottom again.
Mr Fixit - my friend Roger, who I got to know as he worked on my kitchen and downstairs bathroom told me today as he started gutting my other bathroom that him and his girlfriend are planning to leave Port Douglas. After I told him my story he said.. 'that's exactly why we are leaving - everyone just wants to have it in for everyone else'. Oh dear...
My friend Charlotte left yesterday to New Zealand to work the snow season there, my other friend Gabby is leaving in August to study on the Gold Coast, so feeling a little high and dry a bit.
Men wise (is that a contradiction there?) all seems to be more virtual than real!
Alex in Gold Coast who I Skype chat with is still hurting very badly after his wife walked out 3 months ago. I think we are titillating each other - he sent me a rather lovely picture of his derriere... whew! That was a bum and very muscular legs. Seems like he is losing himself a bit in post relationship drinking and cocaine use to drown his sorrows. Found out the muscles are from a cycling and boxing regime... I am sending him tasteful ones of me (all dimly lit, me sucking in my tum and of course, leaving any naughty bits to his imagination!).
Planning to meet Dietmar tomorrow.. he has just texted to say that he is working and we can meet after.... haven't really spoken to him, he always seems so busy with work (we have tried to meet a couple of times).. still, we shall see. He seems nice enough.. but nothing to get my teeth into...
Have been texting and chatting to 'The' yes, his moniker on POF is The Kickatinorskimastone. He is quite guarded about his privacy and information so i joked that I would call him 'The' for short as I didn't know his name. Quite a surprise to find that the lovely picture of a somewhat gorgeous looking guy on his profile.... wasn't him (apparently he looks a bit like him)! Eeeeek. So asked immediately for pictures of him which were duly despatched the next day. Phew.... relief, a jaw line to kill for, beautiful lips and not bad looking - even better was one taken of him lying topless in bed... phwoar! What I really do like about him is that he is really 'out there' - he writes like a gymnastic of the literary prose - this was his profile:
My mum disowned me when I blew up her kitchen by putting my toy soldiers in her microwave oven because they wanted to play nuclear war. If I am left alone in a room with a tea cosy I will probably try it on for size. A teacher once told me he though I had wit, I told him he was probably only half right. I try not to eat anything bigger than my own head and not to sleep on my tummy so I don't squash my nose. I refuse to learn algebra because I have no intention of ever going there. I wouldn't be seen dead in a kilt because I don't know how to tune them. I am not fond of cats, mainly because I don't know how to cook them. My father was a relentlessy self improving blomonge shop owner with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 year old french prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
I spend my spare time making fruity, raspberry flavoured fluffy truffles each delightfully embraced in a simply whimsicle origami candy cup,dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight and reinventing the question mark.
The first things people usually notice about me are 22 chromosomes
I spend a lot of time thinking about the meaning of life
On a typical Friday night I am Cloning sheep
The most private thing I'm willing to admit here is sometime I get aroused when I see Barbie naked!
There was a worry that he could be 'cuckoo' but on chatting with him, we actually had a great laugh. He is studying at the moment (Geology) he is 39, built his own house, seems financially viable (considering he has been studying for 2 years). Shame is, that he is off to China tomorrow for a 3 week holiday, mountain climbing! This is a man that doesn't seem to do things by halves.
Nature Says no.. my new product range.... is coming on.. . have sold out of all my stock! Received 100 bottles today. Filled 30.. and then.. yep you've guessed.. I had ordered the wrong size caps for them! So now awaiting the correct bottle caps to arrive. Phew.. my house smells beautifully of Tea Tree and Citronella (that could be the next product.. natural air fresheners!)...
I will be writing a blog soon about my new product range - how it got started and how it's going... just trying to move it along a bit so there is some momentum to it... (Sold $370 worth so far...that's 49 products!).. so it's moving forward..but would like it to be a bit more 'established' before I write up on it.
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