Caine, I can identify. For many years I lived in a sub-basement of the Pentagon. Because I was so broke, most of the years I worked there I worked a minimum of 2 extra hours a day (i.e., 50 hours minimum). I also happened to live near the Pentagon, and everyone knew I needed the money, so they would call me all hours of the day and night. I would call my friends and relatives who lived in the upper regions of the building to question what the weather was. Do I need an umbrella? Snow boots? A pair of corduroy pants? For much of those years, I really never saw daylight during he winter. What a life.