I scored a dream job in the Mediterranean which swiftly became a nightmare.
The captain fancied female crew, persecuted male crew which had bigger stones than him.
Frequent crew change meant nobody new the boat and important maintenance was missed.
Crew where so concerned about the weird mood swings of the old man they locked cabin doors at night and avoided dealing with him.
A trip to the wheelhouse was like listening to a broken record. The Captain quite literally had voices in his head. Emails from the Captain where rambles, that where poorly assembled at zero dark thirty because this guy had the sleep patterns of a crack addict.
One moment the captain was overly friendly and the next he was ranting and complaining down to the crew, or ringing the crew agents and requesting new people.
Whenever a charter was mentioned the mood swings intensified, and the consistency of our Captains orders were the inconsistency of what he said.
New crew immediately became favorites, and had to listen to outrageous claims against existing and former crew.
Within a few weeks of joining the yacht everyone could see where the problem laid, as they say a fish rots from the head down.
When I resigned the Captain had me off the boat within hours, made me sign a confidentiality agreement and provided a generic reference.
Looking back the hallmarks of a bad boat where there, high crew turn over, heavy owner use, frequent charters and loads of rumors the Captain was nuts.
Until this job I was averaging a year on each boat and think its best to keep this job off my resume. Being associated with this boat is like being diagnosed with the ebola virus, because nobody wants to touch you.