This last week has been one for the record books as far as my job goes. In a good way.
On Monday I turned in my list of accomplishments for last year. They were impressive. My department instilled new processes and concepts that completely reinvented the way we dealt with titles that are difficult to produce. We significantly cut down on printing too soon (and therefore too much) and spending too much on the prints.
In order to do this it required us proving our reliability and gaining trust from the upper management. Which my staff was able to do with flying colors.
So I was already feeling good about my peeps. Next we had sales conference this week. The head of the division gave an opening speech to the entire Children's gang. Editorial, production, marketing, art...and so on.
While saying how well 2009 did after all he then gave a major shout out to me and my group. A big one.
That felt good, I won't lie. And having people come up later to congratulate me on the comment or agree with it also felt pretty darn nifty.
What do I do then? Why go onto salary.com of course. Obviously no good thing can come from doing that. And guess what? I'm underpaid. By a lot. And I mean a lot lot.
Great. Granted this is publishing, notorious for paying the low end of the scale. But my pay isn't even ON the bell curve, let alone the bottom of it.
Being me I wouldn't let that sit. So I gathered all my data and my accolades and marched into my boss' office, demanding a raise. And my biggest leverage to help justify the increase?
Ha. For this I may end up kicking myself later. I proposed I take on a whole slew of new responsibilities. Should I get this added workload every day will be a struggle. But the work needs to be done to prevent waste of money and time.
Of course I know I can do what needs to be done. And so does my boss.
Lord, what have I done? Oye. Guess we'll find out soon enough if people really do believe I'm a miracle worker. And if I'm worth paying a competitive salary.
Why couldn't I just take a compliment and revel in it? What in my nature makes me push the envelope? I really don't know.
Ha, at least it is a trait that pays well.
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