Work and money

Nov 16, 2008 21:27

      So, I have been invited to apply for a business development position at my company when it opens up next.  This would be a helper for the big-time sales guys at work, not a traveling sales representative.  Five years ago I would have said "Never!" to something like this since those people make me want to cringe when I have to work with them as a buyer.   The idea of schmoozing with sales guys every day kind of grates against my sensibilities, but I would get to be the scientist who translates for these guys, rather than the deal-closer.   I like the VP's that I would be dealing with, and I would be able to return to the lab if it turned out to be disastrous.  Ideally, I would be able to work my way up the intellectual side of the business, but this company respects letters after a name more than experience.  However, the longer that I work in the lab, the more that I see that people at my level will never be able to make a good salary in Austin. Since I have no letters, and probably won't have any as long as I live in Austin, this might be the best way for me to advance my career.
       I'm not as good with people as I used to be.  This worries me, but I'm still better with people than most of the scientists I work with.  It seems like this is a win-win situation, but I still worry about it.  I really like working in the lab, and I am afraid that I would lose my skill set and reputation if I do this.  I think that the money might be worth the gamble, though.  Well, at least the money to stay in Austin.  That's the clincher for me.   Christmas, birthdays, and a wedding have focused my attention.......

On a completely different note, I must remember to drag Eddie to Bed, Bath, and Beyond next weekend so that we can work on the wedding registry.  I think I am going to leave Williams and Sonoma the way it is, though.  Does anybody know of a gracious way that I can tell people where we are registered?  None of the wedding invitation stuff that I have seen has mentioned it.  
     And my cats are nuts.  I think we need a downstairs fuzzy blanket so that Mel has a cozy place to sleep without Books clawing her eyes out.  
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