If you had been outside on October 26, 2004 at 3:24 Mountain Time, you may have heard a sound. The sound made by the Man in Black as he was subjected to The Machine. The sound made by Inigo Montoya’s heart when the 6-Fingered Man slaughtered his father. The sound…of Ultimate Suffering. Today, my career made this sound.
I am a claim representative. I settle total losses. I buy cars all day long. Have done so for the last 3 years. I figure I’ve bought between 4,000 and 6,000 cars and motorcycles, and 3 commercial dump trucks—most of which at prices agreeable with my customers. I can count on one hand the number of complaints that passed though me and on up to management. I’m good. Damned good, if I do say so myself. I’m empathetic, reasonable and able to communicate effectively with Hicks & CEOs and anyone in between. I’m also bored stiff with my job. Don’t get me wrong, I love being there for the customer and helping them through the ordeal of losing their car—which sometimes includes an eye, limb or family member. But JAY-ZOOS! I’m not learning anything new! I’ve already fine tuned our work flow for Colorado. I’ve evaluated and made recommendations to streamline our sister departments in Arizona, New Mexico, Nevada and Utah (this requires a working understanding of property damage and vehicle title & salvage disposal laws, as well as the state-specific policy language in each of these states). Their operations are running smoothly now. So I spend more time Doping than working (and still out-performing my coworkers with a little help from the bag with the mermaid logo—hey, hey, CinnamonGirl!). And I feel guilty about that. Some.
I need to grow professionally. I need to handle Bodily Injury claims. Especially if I want to get into the management levels and have an impact on this company. And…: gasp : What’s this? An opening for a BI Rep? In this office no less! Yahoo! This is my break! We’ve been under a hiring freeze for over a year, which also meant no laterals, and it’s finally over! I’m so outta here! I’ll just take a minute and complete this posting form & away it goes to the Bossman! To Infinity and Beyond! I’m happy.
Within minutes I have an e-mail response from The Bossman (he’s always been a punctual dude—gonna miss him, really). “Sorry, Brad, I can’t give you a recommendation, and neither can my boss. The Total Loss Unit is short 3 people already and we just can’t let anyone else out right now. We need you to stay with us for a while longer. Understand, this is not a performance issue, we truly appreciate all … blah … blah …blah … and look forward to … blah … blah … blah … so, we’re ok, right? We’ve got your back, Brad. Hang in there a little longer.”
My life is becoming a Kinks song.
At this point, you would have heard the sound of ultimate suffering.
