Disappointed at work

Ever since the giant sign went up showing the future of 17th and JFK, I have been enamoured with the Comcast Center in Philly. I don't know what it is. Despite the many cons of building more skyscrapers, I love watching them go up. I mean, who doesn't like the Cirra Centre now, what with the fun light show and all?

I've been working at a construction consulting firm in Jersey for the past 6 months. To my surprise, I learned soon after starting here that we are the ones in charge of overseeing the Center goes up properly.

In this company, I have carved myself a niche in a new "Creative Services" branch of the Marketing Department. I work on advertisements, web design, branding, photos database, blah blah blah. This photo database is mostly me just keeping the project photos that come into our office in our organized hierarchy of folders. Boooring. But no, finally I hear from my boss that he'd like me, as the creative serv..er, to oversee some of the local photos being taken. Not taking the photos, but being the go-to guy for outside photographers. He assigned me to meet on-site with a photographer at...yes...The Com.....wait for it.....cast Center. Perhaps, he wants some photos from the top of this amazing building. I'd be there with the photographer wherever he/she went to take the photos. This field trip was tentatively scheduled for next week sometime.

This morning, without actually being told about it, my boss and his "right-hand man" just went to Philly for something entirely different, some stupid luncheon, and "you know, while we're there, we might as well call our photographer in and take the pictures". This is what I overheard from over my cube walls. My boss barely said hi to me as they ran out....laughing and throwing flaming bags of poop at the back of my shoulder, while I have to stay here and make a goddamn PowerPoint presentation. Grrr, this so-called right-hand man doesn't do anything creative. He doesn't know anything about points of view and photo composition. What the flip??

Thank you for hearing me out. I needed to vent, cause I know I won't say anything about it to my boss. Heaven forbid I show any sign of dissatisfaction. Oh well. Back to PowerPoint. psshh.