Kelea leaned against the wall, staring out the best window in the building as her boss blabbered on and on about something not particularly important to the surfer girl... Yes, it was a meeting for  most of the supervisor types of staff, something or other about a big influx of people coming. Not that it mattered in the least to the very sporty blonde, it truly didn't effect her one way or the other. Blah blah blah, special guests, large party, blah bladeh blergh, busy schedule and hard work. It didn't make a bit of difference how many people there were, the surfer's schedule was always full. The most cost-efficient and beneficial thing a customer could do for themselves was to book a full day lesson, and Kelea had a reputation for being a superb instructor, patient and gentle with the many new surfers she saw every month. She didn't make her own schedule, that was the role of some bean counter in the back office. It only changed if she was riding the waves or diving under them. And on the very very rare occasions she was on duty but not needed for lessons or to help with the scuba trips, the vehicle pool could always use another hand that at least knew which wrenches went to what motor.<br/><br/>Meetings and their utter uselessness aside, she knew that her job was almost perfect. The resort was a stunning tropical paradise, ringed in the back by a gentle jungle and in front by the ocean she loved and lived in. Her room was more than adequate, meals often provided by a Michelin starred chef, or a large kitchen that took orders even for the staff. Parties and special events were frequently held, almost always something interesting going on by the pool or the snow white sands or inside the many, many facilities held within the fancy resort. And even for all her faults and annoyances, the boss lady truly was a good person somewhere deep down inside. Kelea didn't even have to work with male visitors anymore, not after that one incident. The owner of the resort knew full well that her staff was more important than guests, one almost irreplaceable and the latter on giant waiting lists for rooms. Thus any problems were settled in favor of the staff, unless the employee was just obviously and sometimes egregiously in the wrong.<br/><br/>Instead of listening to whatever Rah Rah dribble the boss was spewing, or thinking about her part of the readiness report, Kelea was instead focusing more on her personal problem. Pretty much the biggest downside to working at an isolated resort was the lack of good relationship partners. Sure, she had an 'its complicated' with a couple of long-distance ladies, but her current one, a hottie Israeli doctor, was definitely more in the off category in their off and on again relationship. Time zones and the lack of physical touch was a relationship killer.<br/><br/>Dating coworkers was problematic, despite the fact that there weren't really any rules against it, and plenty of people did, willing to risk the potential drama. Kelea had always come down on the side of loving her job more than wanting to mess with a fellow employee. Besides, there were always plenty of guests of all ages (sometimes shockingly high!) Who would be thrilled to have their hottie surf instructor seduce them (or better yet, seduce her) for a night or three riding the bed sheets. But the sad truth was after a while that started to feel really empty, utterly unfulfilling. So she was starting to think long and hard about the solution to that particular problem, just.... She really really didn't want to leave the resort, completely happy there except for that one little detail. It didn't help the dilemma that the boss lady hired an awful lot of extremely attractive women, in fact it seems like the staff was predominantly gorgeous ladies.<br/><br/>Turning both her head and the gum she had been quietly chewing on, Kelea was pretty sure she had responded the first time boss lady had called her name. Apparently it was time for her report at last. Unsurprisingly, it was down to just her and the adorable little Lexie again. That seemed to happen quite frequently, the heads of the housekeeping and kitchens and financials, maintenance and ground crew trickling out one by one as their contributions to the meeting were no longer needed. Kelea made sure to flash the cute blonde a little smile before starting her report. If she was being honest with herself, and the surfer usually was, sometimes frustratingly so.... Lexie was one of the employees who made it hardest to stick with her no dating where you shit policy. The girl was just the sweetest thing ever. But, anyway, report.<br/><br/>"Uh, we're in pretty good shape with everything. We're down a few stand-up paddle boards after that group of drunken idiots from last week. I've already ordered The replacements to be shipped in, accounting probably approved the invoice the other day." She'd have to remember to follow up on that soon, since it wasn't fun to not have the supplies needed if somebody else didn't do their damn job. Fortunately most people took care of what they were supposed to or they didn't last very long in the boss's employ. "I borrowed a couple from the resort down the way, and took the liberty of sending them some good food and a couple of the more common bottles from the cellar. Glass bottoms boat one and two are in good shape, I think they're finishing tuning the engines right now." No, the motor pool wasn't exactly her responsibility. The boss might have owned the resort, and quite a bit of land around it, but Kelea had always considered the oceans to be hers. Yes, all of them. And it wasn't difficult to keep track of the boats, freeing up somebody more talented at maintenance and repair to stay where they productive instead of standing around in a meeting with their thumbs up their ass. "Dive boats four and five are in good shape, the big party one is completely ready. Three is waiting for more parts, Jorge said that one should be done in a day or two. So pretty much everything is same as always, good to go."<br/><br/>Rolling her shoulders in a vague shrug, she waited to see if the boss had any questions, or more likely, was going to say something inappropriate, that HR would froth at the mouth over. If said bosslady herself wasn't head of HR, anyway.