Office

I spent the entire day today trying to put together a press kit. Not that I am that slow or that dumb.
Here I am, in smalltownamerica, with a really nice job, terrifically encouraging boss and smallchange pay. They've never had a PR person before. So anything I do is simply awesome.
I write two press releases in one day, My boss sends out a company email.
I put together a newsletter - My boss wants to send out newsletter in email.
I dump things into Publisher and out comes a corporate dinner invite and Boss is on the phone amazed at the speed with which I can deliver.
And all I did was put a watermark on a publisher template. Sigh.
And everyday, in every way, I sit in my chair and stare at my computer and debate if I can get away with doing nothing.
What is it about low expectations that seep into my being and render me an idiot?
I stop, get coffee, check out if anybody is reading my blog, meet the christian evangelist down the corridor who is trying to understand world politics through rosy conservative lens, and occassionally dabble in a little press release here, a little invite there and a few phone calls in between.
I tell you, at this point, I am technically meeting all of my boss' expectations.
I need to get out of here.