I have a love-hate relationship with Home Depot.
I love the store. I love its vastness, the sheer volume of its products and the shelves that reach higher than some local apartment buildings. I love the smell of sawdust and sweat, the aisles filled with metal, lumber and potential. I love the impulse to let loose grunts of “More power!” that would make Tim Allen jealous. I love feeling my testosterone levels climbing from the first steps I take at the entrance.
But I hate the store. I hate the way my sense of awe shifts quickly to being overwhelmed if I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for. I hate going into an environment where I know I don’t measure up. I hate feeling like I’m wasting the employees’ time by asking for recommendations of power tools or light fixtures or how to install a toilet seat. I hate feeling like the other store patrons can tell that I’ve put so many extra holes in our apartment walls when trying to hang a simple picture frame.1
Facebook would say our relationship is “complicated.” Continue reading “Building More Than Objects at Home Depot”
