Well boys and girls, I just submitted a job application.
Yep, I’m job hunting again.
Luckily, in this case the job hunting is for a promotion.
I love my job, love my company. I would love even more to be moved to our communications division. I literally do not believe there is a better job out there for me (short of retirement, which my wallet disallows for the time being.) Until I perfect that Four Hour Work Week – which requires a pretty fair amount of preparation and money invested to achieve – I’ll be more than happy with this.
Better yet, my manager is the one who sort of drop-kicked me in this direction starting quite a while back. She has now turned it into something thisclose to a crusade.
It’s a bit intimidating, though. It’s doable, it’s right up my twisted little alley, and scares me shitless. I’ve been on the air and achieved a comfort zone there. This is a whole ‘nother level of out there. I know I can do it; in fact, it’s less personal exposure for me than with broadcasting. I’ve managed a multimillion-dollar-per-year business before. This would be affecting a multibillion-dollar-a-year organization. Which is probably the best thing for me, as it will (hopefully) bring my brain to the right level of thinking so I can also get my own life on track.
Not a clue what it would mean money-wise. Hopefully it wouldn’t come in below my current income level. If it came to that I’d have to decline out of necessity. I was required to add salary expectations, which I always hate. What I cited was on the low end considering my background and experience. Unfortunately I am virtually a babe in the woods about competitive wages because I’ve never been paid a competitive wage for anything that wasn’t a phone center job. I know what I made as manager of a radio station had zero relationship what the median wage for the job should’ve been, even in that market.
Underpaid much? HELL yeah.
Spending all those years in broadcasting has seriously warped my income perspectives. Even when I worked as a broadcaster in the Phoenix market I got nickeled-and-dimed because it was still predominantly a man’s business.
Sooo… Wish me luck. Light a candle. Cross your eyes. Er, fingers.
This has been another example of being in the right time at the right place. I’m jazzed.
Next right place, though, had better include two bathrooms and a key, and not involve work, heh. I’m really getting antsy to move from here. I like our apartment, don’t get me wrong. I just want a bit more space. (Sorry, NiciM. I know you’re crunched up into less space than we have.) I want windows and room for both full-sized washer AND dryer. Guess I’m getting picky in my old age.
And yes, I’m playing with my template again. This one’s kind of Arizona-y. Reminds me of our state flag. Yes, I am warped in my thinking, thanks for noticing.