Working is hard. Working and going to class every day is harder. You are there every day to make that better. You are the person you is so happy to see me when I walk into the office that a huge smile spreads across your face and you shout out my name. If anyone else has experienced this, you understand the greatness of having a coworker best friend. If not, you are missing out my friends. Thank you for being there with me through the hours of filing, scanning, and labeling. I don’t know how I would have stayed sane otherwise.

We were not best friends before we started working together. In fact, I had never even seen you before that day I walked into the office. I was both excited and nervous to have my first college job. Moving to a new state, going to a new school, and working in a new environment can be intimidating. Having someone else there my age made it so much more comfortable. Oh yea, and you somehow made scanning files fun. How did you do that? Teach me your ways.

So here’s to all those times we worked together for three hours and then also spent the rest of the night together because we had the exact same things planned to do. When you are in the same class year, work at the same place, and live down the hall from each other, you tend to have a lot in common. So thanks for working with me, going to the gym, then getting dinner, going to yoga, and doing homework for hours without getting sick of me.

Of course, there were also those weeks when our work schedules didn’t line up and I felt like I hadn’t seen you in years. Being reunited a week later felt like coming home after years away. You were always so excited to ask me how everything had been and find out what I have been up to. Everyone should have someone as caring and willing to listen as you always are.

And it goes both ways. I always want to hear everything that is going on in your life. You know you’ve spent a lot of time together when I could tell you everything about your family. I could explain what you were like in high school and who your best friend was and even what she was like in high school. I know your favorite food and that if I brought you, say a milkshake for instance, right now you would never stop thanking me.

So thanks for the life advice, which meant so much coming from someone who understood my situation. Thanks for staying late and changing your hours so we could work together. You were always interested in what I had to say. It was probably because we were at work and had nothing to do other than scan files and talk to each other. Seriously, it was basically a mutual therapy session while labeling course catalogs. Whatever works, I guess.

So please remember: if our work hours don’t overlap next semester I might cry, neither of us can leave college until we scan every file in that office, you keep me sane, and we need to buy more snacks for the office because I’m pretty sure we’ve eaten all of them.

Oh and thanks for making me want to go to work every day.