another day at the office

Hi world, how are you doing today? Me? Oh I'm good thanks. I've just moved my office from upstairs to downstairs at the surf camp, makes me wonder why I didn't do it sooner. Not only do I have a great view of the surf, but I have more time to talk to all of our guests and oversee operations better. Here's a photo of what I see from my laptop-

You can't see the ocean as the sun burns out the photo, but its a great way to keep one eye on the computer and another on the surf. The only difference is that now I've got a lot of surfboards in the rack outside of the office, which is great as many people come into the camp and don't realize that we have boards or rent them out. Dave Levy is our shaper from Rhode Island, he does some amazing shapes. I'm hoping to get work things organized enough to a point this summer where I can fly Dave down and I can start shaping boards here at the camp. I have a shaping room all ready. We've just started with the high-end ding repair at WRSC, I'm working with Pauly, the big Hawaiian tandem surfer thats all over the surf reports lately. He's living in town now and wants to stay. He used to have a ding repair business in Waikiki and has brought some quality ding repair skills to Tamarindo, so now I'm giving him some work space at WRSC and offering the service through our shop. We still are pretty ghetto at the camp (probably the reason so many folks dig hanging out here as its roots), doing whatever we have to do to survive. The air conditioning in room 2 started to fail today, and Alex, my maintenance guy and overall savior for WRSC maintenance issues, inspects the machine. He pulls out the circuit board and brings it to me, doing this because just two days ago we were sitting in the Gollo Mas Gollo buying a new AC for my office and me asking him if I could send him to AC technical classes so I could stop paying for AC servicemen whenever something went wrong. Anyways, he pulls out the circuit card and is explaining to me that normally one can repair a faulty card by heating it with a hair dryer for a couple of minutes. Only in Costa Rica, right? The thing is, we don't have any hair dryers at the camp (fyi for those high maintenance chicks with lots of hair) so I find him out in front heating the thing below the muffler of a microbus. classic. of course. I love it. I'm pretty much missing my family by this point, its been almost three weeks. Holly thinks I'm never coming back. There was a massive flea invasion of our house since I left so thats going to be a great homecoming. I was told "Happy Father's Day" today, which made me realize that finally I can stop bitching about there not being a Kid's Day and can in fact have a day where I sit on my ass and drink beer. Too bad there isn't NFL yet. I found myself playing sudoku with myself at about midnight last night, thinking of my good friend Stephen Monticone who is somewhere in Utah at the moment. Then I started thinking about my good friend James who goes to sleep at 8pm and started wondering if I was getting to the age where I was supposed to go to bed at a normal hour. That lasted about a second. I guess I'm a night owl. I just finished playing some open mic in the bar, Lyle is ringing an old school STP song at the moment (did I ever tell you I was in the Wicked Garden video? do a youtube search and you'll see). Lakers are up, Celtics are down, its not raining, I could use a shower, not much else to report from the surf camp at present.