My Sunlit Office

Today is the day before the 8th of March, which is apparently the Women's New Year in Russia.

I got flowers at work. Flowers in the pot sucked water like 30 thirsty crewmen after cross-ocean trip on a ship. And then tulips - small but elegant.

I asked my mentor, Max, to give me reference for further studying. He did not even think of refusing, which is nice and yet again proves that I think too little of myself.

Then I tried to reestablish relationship with my fellow colleague who kinda cracked recently and stopped talking to me, slouching all moody past my table. I've spent one hour and a half in his office today. I'm sure he's nuts. But in a good way. He said he was depressed lately, but did not go deeper as 'we are not that close'. I sent him 21 articles on happiness from Marc and Angel site. Hope it helps.

And then I was a little bit late to meet Yarik at John Bull's pub (English cosy place). I grabbed my things, rushed out of the office, opened the door to the lift hall and was momentarily blinded by the bright sun light. I had to almost close my eyes and I smiled a little as that was beautiful and unexpected. I got a glimpse of a person waiting for lift to arrive and he smiled looking at me squinting in the sun. And then it was gone - I walked further, turned my back to the clear sky, he stopped smiling immediately and we did not share a word while going down side by side.

Well, if I could relive this moment I would smile at him, too. And wish him a good weekend. So I will smile at strangers. I used to do this much more. Or I think I did. Anyway, I read a lot of articles on how to be happy. Beware my roaring according to self-help experience of people from other countries.