I look back at my first sky dive from 20,000 feet (the actual jump height was 19,400 feet) with mixed feelings. Although I hat to wait for a previous group in the departure hall about 30 min. (which was no problem), my jump guide drew attention to himself with the words "we have to get on the plane" only shortly before departure. My girlfriend, who was kindly allowed to accompany me to the airport, asked him what color the parachute has so that she knew who to film. The guide looked around at the place where the parachutes were lying, shrugged and said: "We are the last to jump, just film the last one".
Towards the plane going, with one's back to me, he asked me if the others had explained everything to me and if I knew what to do.
Without knowing my partner's name and knowing that he didn't even fold his parachute himself, I got on the plane. The jump itself was great and he did his job well. Nevertheless, I would have expected my jump partner taking at least a few minutes of his time for me.