Dear Me
Today I received a postcard from myself. It was something they made us do when we were still going through orientation. That was roughly around October or November in 2006. Staring at the envelope, I didn’t find it familiar at first. But when I saw the small little 25 cents stamp I had drawn on the top right corner, it started coming back. I tore open the envelope fondly.
Dear Me,
By now you should have gotten the hang of things and more or less climatised to to the company culture. I hope that you have succeeded in keeping your promise to eat ice-cream only twice a week.
*wry smile*
