A general blah has drifted into my office and settled itself around my shoulders. I don’t know what event specifically has caused it, but it is here. I think that part of the problem is a few realizations that I have had at work. They are: I am undervalued, under utilized and under appreciated. While I realize that designing essentially a disposable art, I have an issue with the way that my job has brought that to a new level. 80% of my projects are to create a 11×17 poster for an event that is generally less than 7 days away. Immediately after the event these posters are crumpled up and tossed in the trash. That’s a little depressing.
I posted the Rule of Graphic Design in my office. It did not recieve the kind of appreciation that it should have. For those who don’t know the Graphic Design Rule is: Fast, Cheap, High Quality. Pick any two. My bosses response was: “We really will never have to do anything high quality, so why is it even there?” But then why do I beat myself up when I don’t produce superior quality products?
I know that it is my intrinsic motivation. The artist in me. But it really tears me up. I am at a cross roads in my professional development and I have no one who understands me at work.

Oh well, back to the grind stone.