I think that there are coordinating jobs -- here is a herd of projects, make them all go the right way on deadline -- and there are office-management jobs, which is what Allyson seems to be in (though perhaps not called that or paid that way). Certainly, the coordinating jobs have more potential to moving up into "deciding who will coordinate what" and then to "what projects will we take on" stages.
It's possible to make a nice living as the person who does all the HR/purchasing/billing/etc. of a small company, and stay there for 20 years. Depending on your temperament, this may be bliss or boring.
However, unless you can spin your current experience into "I coordinate lots! See me coordinate!" then coordinator jobs are likely to start way back at the bottom of the pay scale, and possibly be populated with recent college graduates.
(Can you tell I made this kind of transition recently? 4 years ago, now. I did move up quickly, but that first year, I was po'. I don't know if it's the same for all values of "coordinator," but I think it's true of a lot of them.)
Like business manager at a small production company or post house or something, Allyson?
Yeah, that seems like it might turn up something. I know someone who runs a post house that mostly does reels.
It's possible to make a nice living as the person who does all the HR/purchasing/billing/etc. of a small company
This is what I'm doing and I like it, because it leaves time for writing, plus no one breathing down my neck.
Two of the attorneys in my office just watched me carefully remove all traces of bacon from the spinach salad that was served as a part of our lunch.
I think my notafoodfreak!cover has been blown.
I think my notafoodfreak!cover has been blown.
At least you have a lot of people in your Food Freak Club here at Buffistas.
This is pretty cool. And as a bonus, it doesn't involve bestiality.
Dana just seems fixated on the bestiality.
Hey, I have boundaries. It's a shock, I know, but I'm pretty sure the last 100 posts of Natter ran smack up against them, then went back, got a battering ram, knocked them down, went back, jumped up and down on them, went back, and laughed at the wreckage.
Delaware didn't rate a label on that image in sarameg's link. So sad.
