How many times have I thought to myself that I am thankful for Rose? Thanks to her and Jon, I have a job where I only work on Mondays and get paid generously.
Sometimes I either forget my lunch or just don't plan one, and she lets me raid her fridge. She always has a funny story to tell, or a funny way of telling a sad story.
We talk about dogs, and husbands, and God. She has never treated me like I am inferior or different because I am young. She is funny, and kind, and encouraging.
So thanks, Rose. For the job and the Mondays.