Pros: good training about paint through the corporate office
Cons: you have to move to wherever they send you, you have to break your lease when they transfer you, customers who treat you badly, company puts the customer above you
I found Sherwin-Williams at the Career Fair at my university and began my short career with them in their Management Training Program as an MTP at first, then as Assistant Manager in a store over 100 miles from my home. I told the recruiter, who would also be my District Manager, that I had signed a contract two months earlier to purchase a home in Fort Worth and he promised I would be placed locally.
After my training, the DM surprised me with two "choices" of stores to transfer to, both in Texas but both located over 100 miles from my home. Either one required me to rent a place to stay and pay utilities, which reduced my salary considerably. The relocation program never paid me back for the moving expenses.
The company is only interested in selling paint, regardless of what they say. They "say" you will be managing the profitability of the store you go to, but the reality is they are always monitoring and calling, taking micromanagement to new heights.
The manager of the store I ended up at (the lesser of two evils) did not have a degree and had bumped her head up against the ceiling (no degree prevented her from advancing) at the company for 12 years. The two part-time employees, also without college degrees, were disappointed when a newcomer was "placed" in the Assistant Manager position (just because I had a degree), the job each of them was vying for and a position I was thrust into (by virtue of being an MTP with a college degree). They both felt they were more qualified and were resentful because the company "placed" me in the position.
The HR Manager and the District – more... Manager did not listen to me or seem to care.
A typical day was driving into the parking lot a half-hour before opening and being met by a crowd of painters, each wanting their paint NOW, all standing at or near the door like puppies wanting to be let inside. When the door opened, they all rushed in wanting to be waited on first, some getting irate. I was expected to entertain them, offer and make coffee for them, AND tint gallons and gallons of paint using a computerized tint machine with my back to the customers (some stores are configured as forward-facing). I had to go to the back of the store to get the paint, all while watching for theft, get all of the customers taken care of, and putting out "fires" left over from the previous day, make sure our store remained profitable by perusing the P/L statement - and still make 40 calls to painters or painting companies. I answered the phone, took messages and prioritized the needs of the customers, tinted massive quantities of paint, returned mis-tinted paint (even if it was what they had ordered) and gave credits, kissed-up to a bunch of painters suffering from entitlement issues, who enjoyed picking on the newbie MTP. I used a dolly to move three 5-gallon buckets at a time, each filled with heavy paint, and was expected to lift the heavy buckets into the vans and trucks for mostly male painters. On days I had a part-timer, I had to make sure they didn't go over their hours, did their jobs, followed company policy, etc., AND get MY job done, too. I felt like all I ever did was powder hineys and kiss boo-boo's all day.
On days I closed, I also had to verify the sales, close the cash drawers, count money and make out the bank deposit, and then go by the bank on my way home to make the deposit.
Six days a week, seldom with two people working at the same time, hard labor...$38,000 a year may sound like a lot of money to start out with, but trust me, you will never be able to repay your student loans or have money to pay your landlord to get out of your lease every time the company decides to move you to wherever they want. You just have to "Suck it Up, Buttercup" and go where they say or go find another job.
I want you to think about THIS: Did you REALLY spend four years and a bunch of Benjamin's to get a college degree only to work in a blue-collar, manual labor job? – less