reality of home depot
Worked overnight Freight at Home Depot for about a year. Holy fucking shit.
I applied for Garden, somehow ended up doing Freight, and initially they were paying me the cheaper Garden rate. When I questioned shit, management acted like I personally ruined their fucking day.
The micromanagement was insane. Some managers would watch you for ten minutes, then walk over asking, “What are you working on?” Motherfucker, what are YOU working on besides watching me?
Favoritism was everywhere. If they liked you, you could fuck around. If they didn’t, suddenly everything you did deserved a coaching.
Then I had a retinal detachment. My doctor restricted me from lifting over 40 pounds. Management knew, but I still felt pressured to lift beyond my restriction. I’m not risking my fucking eyesight for Home Depot.
Training was a joke too. They barely teach you shit, then coach you for not magically knowing it. Two people call out? Congratulations, you’re now expected to do three people’s work for the same paycheck.
And some managers acted like that little title made them fucking royalty. They could disrespect you, but speak your mind and suddenly you’re the problem.
The Freight work wasn’t even the worst part. It was being understaffed, micromanaged, underappreciated, and treated like management owned you.
Maybe other Home Depots are great. Mine sure as fuck wasn’t to all mangers yall bunch of of punk ass pussy s at least i served my ass for this country to end up getting bossed by a bitch in his midlife crisis