With All That's Going Down

I often think that my English is pretty good. Compared to many Russians and Israelis i know it really is. But the more i think about it, the more i understand how far it is from being perfect. Ever so often i find myself tied up in syntax with my head spinning. Many people wouldn't even care about problems that bother me. I suppose it's a virtue by itself. I don't even dare to claim that i understand the differences between British and American usage properly - in dictionaries i certainly prefer Merriam-Webster which is American, but my writing doesn't necessarily stick to it.

Oh, my writing. In this blog i allow myself to be postmodern, silly and irresponsible. And with my perfectionism i can correct the entries years after posting. But on my workplace? On my previous job the email was written in Hebrew, but this company requires that all communications be English. Apparently writing professional work related email, which wouldn't be too heavyhanded and would still include occasional smalltalk is a skill i haven't acquired yet.