All I Need is a "C"

I love my job. I love that every day I walk to work. I love that every day I arrive at the office, with very little idea of what I'll be doing by lunch time. I love that when I am half way through one task, I stop and then start three more. Sometimes I finish the first task, sometimes I don't. Sometimes it matters, sometimes it doesn't. And most importantly, I love that by being moderately skilled in a whole bunch of smaller jobs makes me moderately good at my job as a whole. I am not expected to be more than moderately skilled. In fact, depending on the task, I am celebrated for being average. Moderate. Average. A "C" folks...all I need is a "C".