Someone took down the small mirror held up with leather straps, on the wall of the prayer room, where the office/staff room used to be. It is fine, nobody needs a mirror there anymore, but I miss it. Us office girls literally slept in a bunk bed in that tiny room, covered it with a sheet in the day, and worked from the desk right next to it. BK built us a shelf to hold our stuff and decorated the with picket fence leftovers, and hung the little mirror.
Now we have a large, air conditioned office and and actual staff housing. It’s much nicer and more functional. But I’m glad I was there for the humble beginning.
Since the start, this holds true: the kitchen light is the last one on, and inside there are popsicles, stories to swap and people to laugh with.