I feel like my pet cactus гоша is the only one who understands me at work. I was thinking about taking him home because I think that he would be happier with more sunlight than what can be found in the Morlock Cave which is where I work. But then I'd be back to not having anyone understand me.
I told my manager something about showing the Russians around Washington on the weekend and he started saying common Russian 101 phrases, and I blurted out that my pronunciation is much better without thinking. He came around later and I apologize for the comment, but he took it in good spirits. His wife is a Russian speaker from Moldova I gather. We chatted about the difficulty in picking up new non-computer languages.