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Friday, May 30, 2003 ( 9:40 AM ) Melody Career Quandries I was just reading an article on Business Week Online about the female CEOs of the Fortune 500. Sometimes when I read stuff like this, I feel like a bit of a loser-- like I'm not moving fast enough. I think I'm smart enough, but I wonder if I lack the motivation of these women. I've been thinking about going back for my MBA on and off for a while now, but I never really do anything about it. I look around here and think what's the point? I used to think that I wanted to be a Publisher, but now I'm not so sure. I see how my Publisher/VP spends his weekends and vacations answering e-mail. He stays late or starts working at 5:00 in the morning to do reports. I'm not sure I want that. The job I've got keeps me running around with my tongue hanging out most of the time, and he is responsible for about 6 times the revenue I'm responsible for. I do see other women in this company in positions of power, but not so much here in Indianapolis-- more in New York/New Jersey. Moving up significantly probably means moving, and I'm not sure if I am willing to do that. It might also mean changing companies and/or industries. I think I've got some transferrable skills. This company is set up such that each acquisitions editor runs his/her own publishing program. I'm essentially responsible for a multi-million dollar business already. That involves a ton of project management and a lot of marketing. One thing I love about publishing, though, is that I'm so intimately involved with the creative process. I worry that I'll miss that in another industry. After all this time, I'm still not quite sure what I want to be when I grow up. Input? Should I go to business school? Anyone have any ideas on what I should do with my life? # Thursday, May 29, 2003 ( 2:24 PM ) Melody Go, Johnny, go Check out the new (temporary) skin on Nicole's site! It's only there for Testosterone Day. She's in an all-day meeting, so she's letting a bunch of guys guest post today. The guy on the skin reminds me of an author I used to work with at my last job. We called him Vegas Johnny. He worked at a local university and used to come visit the office all the time. He always wore his shirts unbuttoned practically down to his belly button, and they would have stuff like $100 bills or race cars printed on them. He also wore a lot of heavy gold jewelry and slicked his hair back. Yup. Vegas Johnny. He was the first author I ever had to fire-- and no, it wasn't just because he reeked of British Sterling and Bryll cream. # Wednesday, May 28, 2003 ( 10:48 AM ) Melody Our lawnmower hates me As regular readers of Incredible Shrinking Woman know (not there are many), Belinda and I left town this weekend to avoid the Race Day festivities. I mowed the front lawn Saturday morning just before we left so that the neighbors wouldn't set it on fire over the three-day weekend, but I didn't have time to get to the back. Yesterday after we got home from work, it was clear that something needed to be done. Chester is mowing further and further over-- probably to inhibit the spread of clover and dandelions to his yard. Our lawn mower smoked and sputtered through the entire mow. It even died once or twice. When I finally wheeled it back into the shed and closed the door, I think I heard it sobbing. I wouldn't blame it if it broke the lock on our shed and ran away. Why, again, don't people like concrete lawns? # |
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