A letter that travels through time
Dear Li Wei:
Greetings.
When you're crammed into the subway like a sardine, munching on a steamed bun while rushing to finish the last PowerPoint presentation, you probably don't imagine that ten years later you'll be reviewing memorials in the Daming Palace.
Yes, it's the Daming Palace from the TV series.
Do you remember that rainy night when you worked overtime until 3 a.m.? You secretly wiped away tears in the company restroom, vowing never to be a corporate slave again in your next life.
Well, congratulations, your wish has come true—although the way you transmigrated was a bit awkward, as you ended up as Wu Zetian in the Ganye Temple.
The first time I met my boss—no, I mean Emperor Gaozong of Tang, Li Zhi—I almost had to hand him my business card, a professional instinct kicking in. Luckily, I remembered I had a PowerPoint presentation in my bag titled "Decentralized Solution for Guanlong Group," so I gritted my teeth and recited the contents of the presentation in classical Chinese. Little did I know that this last-minute cramming would actually elevate me from a lowly concubine to the Empress.
My current KPIs include, but are not limited to: canal transport reform (using my previous life's logistics management knowledge), imperial examination reform (thanks to HR training), and medical reform (thanks to the company's experience with health checkups). Occasionally, I also have to help the boss with his "wind-related ailments"—don't worry, it's just high blood pressure and migraines; didn't we often have these before our project went live?
The most amazing thing is that I actually turned my boss into my husband. Now, while he's reviewing official documents, I'm doing data analysis next to him. When he has a headache, I give him acupuncture. He's much better than that CEO in my past life who only made empty promises; at least this boss knows how to give back—he's shared half of his empire with me.
Oh, and we have four kids. Our eldest son is a reliable project manager, our second son is like a tech geek from the R&D department, and our third son... well, he's like a troublemaking intern. Our youngest daughter is the most amazing; at three years old, she could intimidate the court with a rattle drum—more impressive than I was back in the day with a PowerPoint presentation!
Sometimes, reviewing memorials late into the night, the candlelight brings back memories of the past. Back then, you might think life was just about 996 work schedules, mortgage payments, and subway commutes. But now I want to tell you: women in every era are facing challenges, just with different scenarios.
If I could travel back in time, I would tell you then: Don't be afraid, you are stronger than you think. Those nights spent being driven to tears by clients, those endless revisions, were all preparations for a wider world.
P.S.: Remember to learn more about Traditional Chinese Medicine; you'll find it useful after you time-travel. Also, don't throw away that book, "Project Management in Practice"; I relied on it to thrive in the Tang Dynasty.
Wu Zetian
Sun and Moon, three years at Daming Palace
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