room with a view

view from second floor now and you can't tell in picture but beach is hopping.

Oh man the pain... working in a hot, humid and sweaty building, little air, up and down ladders... and having to look out at the beach all day as swimmers and sun tanners and hot bikini clad girls pose and bicyclists and roller bladers all just appear randomly through the course of the day... in a way reminds me of a time in high school long ago, as the school days dwindled down and summer loomed but I had to stay in school, in class to finish off my passing grade, me, staring out the window dreaming of freedom, fun and adventure, watching the clock move its slow ass tick tock cycles which don't seem to move at all, as if I trapped there forever, me wanting to escape and partake in life outside the required courses of my young life.... man, it really sucks working at the beach during the dog days of summer. Blah!