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Presently, 90% of Insuricare's agents must phone in changes to their accounts to a data entry representative. I would venture to guess that any where from 500 to 600 people are employed for this express purpose. Starting in the spring of 2006 agencies will "migrate" to a system that will allow them to process these changes without the help of a remote data entry individual. However, the need for agents to phone in new business will remain.
Based on the pay band designated for that job I can guess that the average representative makes anywhere from $25,000-$35,000. Salary, of course, is commensurate with education and experience. An approximate 300 people will no longer be needed to process this information, thus saving Insuricare any where between $7.5 million and $10.5 million annually in hard salries alone. This does not include, Paid Time Off, overtime, health and other benefits.
Only the savings is presented to the Insuricare service branch. They are expected to get excited over this wonderful initiative and the agents migration. They are expected to get excited over the idea of saving in the tens of millions. Yet, they are not told how this savings will be made. They aren't told that people will be laid off to increase the stock price possibly $5.00 per share. They are expected to be happy that this is happening. Yet, they own no stock, they can expect little to no profit sharing, they will not enjoy raises or bonuses. They will simply be told that they were replaced by a machine.
For now, my job is safe. I will be a tool in this grand scheme. I'm not excited.
6 Comments:
You need to become a raccoon interpreter or an ambassador to raccoon nation. It will give you a sense of meaning although the pay will still suck.
Also, the white background and the white text is kind of hard to read.
Perhaps you should write a blog explaining the raccoon comment. Copy my comment into the new entry and type away. It would be good fun.
OK, I pushed the refresh button and the background is now blue again. I'm an idiot.
For those of you not in the know. Doug, aka Illimitable Voices, and I were discussing the world on his porch in Ocean Grove when we were attacked by a band of rabid raccoons. Secured only by the animals primal fear of fire, we had several citronella candles lit, I attempted to communicate with the rodents.
As I mimicked the sounds of the raccoons a strange phenomena took place. The raccoon leader started to match the pitch and inflection of the noises I made. Luckily and unwittingly, I was able to broker a peace between humans and rodents. We were left to our lives.
I leave you with this message. They are out there. They are waiting. They are Ruthless. Seriously, there is not one raccoon named Ruth. Be ready.
When your brain is sucked out of your head from dealing with the dumbest amongst us. You have to stretch for a good joke now and then.
Mersault said: Hey Trotsky, thats capitalism, get over it.
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