Friday, June 11, 2010
On Wednesday I received the wonderful, wholly unexpected news that I had received a promotion. I am calling it a "promotion" for lack of a better word. I was hired two years ago this coming Wednesday as "editorial associate." In truth, I was (and am) doing the job of managing editor. I am the only full-time editor in my six-person office, aided by a half-time graduate student. We produce roughly thirty-five books a year and ten journals (which will soon be increased to thirteen). When I was hired, the position called for an "editorial associate" for two reasons, I believe: I am young, and I work cheap. However, fast-forward two years, and my new boss apparently entreated the Powers That Be to "promote" me to "production editor," along with a tidy raise, somehow garnered in this economy. And I am thrilled. More than the extra few dollars a month, I feel better about my position as a whole. My "fake it 'til you make it" approach has worked. I am starting to become a real, knowledgeable, viable employee. I am on my way to "managing editor." You just watch.