Hi! Dear office fresher lass

Just now, in the bathroom, I could hear that the person crying in the cubicle was you. When I got back to my office, faced with the instant influx of more than a dozen emails on my computer, I suddenly realized that even the best freshly ground Blue Mountain coffee couldn't calm me down, so I started writing this letter to you.

I know that in your eyes, I'm crazy busy, relentless like a bitch, and boring as hell, so you must be extremely surprised that I'm writing this letter, but I'm writing it because I'm not really that busy, nor am I a bitch, nor am I boring.

I think today must have been a very difficult day for you. In the morning, you came to work with red eyes and I knew you must have had another fight with your boyfriend. In the morning you took a phone call and your face immediately went gloomy, it was the landlord who wanted to raise the rent. After spending half a day like that, it's no wonder that in the afternoon meeting, you gave an incoherent slide presentation that ended in an awkward silence. Then, when I asked for the report I had given you to do last week and you said you hadn't done it yet, I told you with a stern face that if you didn't figure out what you couldn't put off, the consequences would be severe.

Then I went to work on my own. You may not have noticed, I also have my own boss, how to make him happy is my biggest headache every day. I didn't think of you again until I heard you crying in the bathroom. Your crying voice is still so tender, so I remembered at once, you are only twenty-three years old.

What did I look like myself when I was twenty-three? As it happens, the most vivid in my memory is also a cry. That day my current husband, then boyfriend and I broke up over the phone, I went to a hot pot restaurant alone and ate a big pot of hairy blood, then found my purse had been stolen and all my living expenses and bank cards were inside. Just out of the police station case, I received a phone call from a college classmate inviting me to her wedding reception. Then, I said it was because I was ashamed of the red envelope, but at that time it was really the last straw for the camel - I just let out a big cry on the winter street, despite the astonished stares of passers-by.

Perhaps life has to let every girl start with a cry to understand the true nature behind its rose veil. And every girl, at some point in her life, will be intimidated by such harshness to lose the will to fight. But dear little girl, I assure you, the happiness and suffering in this life of man are definitely within your reach. Life knows you better than you know yourself, it can be cunning, it gives you the bitterness, always let you disappointed but not to despair. And give you the sweet, always let you shallow taste and full of ideas. In short, it sucks, but you will love it.

When you are in your twenties, you are always willing to believe in the saying that life is elsewhere. You can easily give up a job, easily give up a love affair, easily give up a friend, not because of this belief. Unfortunately, it takes a long time to understand that the legendary "elsewhere" does not exist in this world. You have only these in your hands. And what you get in the end is just what you missed at the first station.

So little girl, I want to say to you the first advice of the day: work well. Work is the only way for all girls who are not born princesses to become queens. Work is the closest thing to reality among all illusions of freedom. More importantly, work helps a woman learn how to love herself, and then you can love the world, love others, and be loved well.

I know that in your eyes, women in their thirties are as old as overnight vegetables. A woman in her forties can go to hell. That's okay, I don't mind because I thought the same thing myself when I was in my early twenties. Let me tell you one more thing: what's worse than getting old is getting old and old and not finding your place in society. So dear little girl, ah, you have to step up, or you look back on a thirty body already.

Now you, from a mature, professional career woman, is still far from.

You see, when you come to work in a bubble gauze princess dress, or grab a folder and hold your chin while I talk to you, as a woman and a mother I think you are very cute, but the next time I consider a subordinate promotion, I may not be able to choose you.

I don't need you to work late after work, little girl, and I don't need you to hurry up and turn off the QQ page the moment I get close. We are a foreign company here, everything is result-oriented, hard work does not count in the score. But I still advise you, might as well use a little work. A person's time is spent where it is seen. Don't follow those old men small men complain about society, you can't change society, and it's impossible to re-elect a father, right? You can change only yourself.

But you're not really doing that badly either. What, do you feel that way? Oh Sorry, that was probably intentional on my part. The truth is that when you trembled in your voice at the meeting and laid out your new model, the dead silence in the room represented not disdain, but shock. Because the waves that come before us are afraid of dying on the beach. So of course we can't let you find out we've been pushed.

Now, let's talk about love. Given that we're all heterosexual, let's call this for short: men. I was twenty-three years old when I fell in love with the wrong man who didn't deserve it, leading to my breakup with my now-husband, then-boyfriend. Fortunately, I later had a chance to go back.

And you, dear little girl, I have to say, you clearly also in a wrong love. This I can tell from the number of times you came to work with red eyes.

But it's okay, every girl's twenty-three years would be a waste if she didn't waste it in a wrong love. After a while, you will definitely understand it like I did back then: love, after all, is about happiness. Although now there is a popular word called "sadomasochism", but life is not a television series, and Mr. Wrong a tangled down also can not get paid.

In fact, most men do not know, although since ancient times there are "men are not bad, women do not love" and other nonsense, but pick up girls also have to rely on sincerity. The structure of a woman's mind is this: the outermost layer belongs to the pursuer without hope to bring us careful movement; the middle layer belongs to the bad man who will break our hearts; but the most profound, the most precious corner of the mind, always belongs only to the man who can make you really feel the love.

Am I right? Feel carefully about your current boyfriend, he has broken your heart many times, but you are in tears and at the same time vaguely feel, in fact, he did not touch the depths of your heart, the most delicate and sensitive place. Don't doubt that you deserve better. If you compare you to Iqra in Avatar, he never completed the "connection" at all.

Finally, there is money. Congratulations, you are starting to realize the importance of money! Please understand this very clearly: before you graduated from college, life wasn't harsh, it was just that your parents were paying your bills. And now that you're in society, you're consciously considering many of your desires as your own responsibility.

You graduated from a good university with a good major, you're articulate, you're good looking, and thank goodness you have big boobs! I think you can really be considered a very lucky girl, don't you? In fact, I also feel very lucky to be able to hire such a you for such a salary, of course I will not tell you. Wait until the day you find out for yourself, I'll give you a little salary increase appropriately.

You are so lucky, yet you envy my house, my car, my diamond earrings. I don't even know what you're envious of. All the years I have will bring you, and what you have I will never go back. You really don't need to feel upset because your clothes are not as good as others, your bags are not designer, or your savings are less than five figures. Because every one of us has come through this way, there is no more justifiable poverty than twenty-three years old.

And on the contrary, you don't know how a thousand dollars of beauty can be exchanged in the eyes of us old guys when you carry a little sweat on your young skin.

I'm not saying I envy you, because my own twenty years passed dazzling enough. In fact, I like who I am now. I like every stage of myself. There are often female celebrities on TV who say this when they are interviewed, don't doubt it, it's true. When I was in my twenties like you, I was like a nearsighted person with no eyes, the world was chaotic in front of my eyes, the only thing clear was my youthful and beautiful body.

But now, the world is clear to me. The road in front of me, the people in front of me, and of course, you.

As I write this, I suddenly realize that if I had the chance to go back ten years, I wouldn't change a single thing because I couldn't let go of the memories that each choice brought me, even if they weren't exactly wonderful.

So, dear little girl, although, life today for you, the sky is dark, the wind is cold, and maybe a sip of cold water will stop your teeth. But how I wish I could let you know that everything will eventually turn into a heartfelt smile. Please enjoy your twenty-three years, effort and effortless, waiting for the answer that the years will reveal for you.

You see, life always takes us by surprise. You cried in the bathroom once, but your boss older woman understood herself at the age of twenty-three. For that, I want to thank you. And at the same time, I have decided that I will only keep this letter on my computer hard drive. Because you, dear child, have the right to grow up in your own way.