Don't ever stop working for Tusa

Seriously. Don't ever stop working for Tusa, if you start. Because it is horribly unpleasant.

So today was my last day of work. Which was great! (mostly.) Ben almost let me do whatever I want, which means he told me I was taking certified divers, then asked me what I wanted to do (which was taking certified divers), then told me I was doing snorkellers, which kind of annoyed me. I mean it was my last day working as a dive instructor, so I wanted to dive. So he let me take a few intros, which was not my favorite idea, but it was alright. Anyway, the day went alright (aside from my intros not swimming for themselves, so I had to swim for them, and one of the boat's engines dying, which really had nothing to do with me, but meant that we were late getting in.)

So at the end of your last day with Tusa, it is customary to be thrown into the marina. The marina is where we (and the other 50 or so boats that run out of Cairns) dump all of our nasty vacuum cleaner water, and our soapy scrubbing water, and pretty much anything gross from the boat that is somewhere near biodegradable. So I tried to argue that since I'm coming back, it wasn't really my last day (which, if I haven't said it officially, we are coming back. Probably in mid-February.) Ben said that didn't count, so I knew I was going in. Last week, Miho was thrown in from the dock, which is what I was expecting. But no, at the end of cleaning, Ben called me up to the upper deck, which is probably eight feet above the lower deck, which is a good six or seven feet above the water, so lets call it a zillion feet up, and he and Al threw me off. Unfortunately, I landed on my face. It looked something like this:


Notice all the people laughing at me. So there would be a picture, and lots of pictures of me and people I work with, if my camera wasn't out of batteries. Oh well. Good thing I'm such an amazing artist. So yes, face first into the water. Everything went white, then everything went nasty brown. My contacts got washed out. I came up and apparently had a nosebleed. I hit the water hard! (Note for concerned family members: it wasn't that hard. I'm totally okay.) Seriously, I am alright. It kind of knocked the wind out of me, and was definitely embarrassing, and the contacts and nosebleed stuff is true, but I'll live. People bought me beers and took good care of me afterwards. And now I know, come April when I quit again, that I should just jump into the marina myself and spare everyone the trouble.