Incompetence...I feel so loved.

Today was my first day at work since vacation. I found my office cubby hole totally changed around, and the one duty that I loved, dissertation checking for format, has been taken away. I am now a glorified secretary. Now I'm being told by Dan and other friends that this is a good thing-less stress, less headache. So why do I feel like I've been kicked in the stomach? Did I get off on the stress? It's like, I feel like I am not competent. Just because of my depression, I cannot do what I used to....Or is that the depression talking? I just want to paint for a living, then I could work alone and not deal with the pressures of coworkers and the shit that comes with it. I am trying to get another job at UK though. I think it is time to move on. I don't feel useful there.