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Last year as a DH for only hardware (being with the company about 14 months at that point. Got a SS of $2200, this year, I have ran garden plumbing electrical and vanity packdown for over a year, and my SS is $1000.
O also plumbing department went to literally $1million in growth from the previous year. For pipes and fittings. Am I missing something here... or is home depot just screwing me over ?

I live in the LA area and need to find this to make my drawer bottoms for a project. Rocker doesn’t carry it due to their supplier being Russian. Same as Ganahl Lumber.
Home Depot is C right or worse for both sides.
Anyone else have a hard time finding this?

Just curious. My store has had a recent change in management with a penchant for cruelty towards associates.
Today, I found out that a supervisor or ASM was trash talking one of our treasured associates.
I also found out that this ASM was claiming that the previous store manager “fucked the store” when we all thought he was great.
Isn’t this considered a violation of Home Depot policy?

Hi - Just ordered our first tub. Will be here in a month. Between now and then, we have to prep a portion of our back yard for the new tub.
We decided to go with pavers instead of an Easy Pad or concrete. Our back yard has a bit of a slope and we want to get a Covana, so the Easy Pad isn't right for our yard. And we couldn't find a good concrete company that could do the job any time soon.
So, we've got someone who is going to excavate about 5 inches deep, tamp down the soil, fill with polymeric sand, and lay pavers. The tub is 94" by 94", and the paver area will be 14' x 13'. The tub is a Master Spas Clarity Balance 8. My question is about the pavers...
We know we can find wnty of pavers at Lowes or Home Depot or Menards, and they'll be fine, 1.5" thick, etc. Does anyone out here have any experience with doing pavers for their own tub? What kind of pavers did you use? Where did you get them? I'd there anything we should specifically avoid? Etc.
Thank you for your insights.

The Home Depot, Inc is it!!!

1. They have 2324 retail stores in the US, Canada and Mexico that could rent out the Endurance, charge the Endurance, service the Endurance and sell the Endurance! (LMC van when in production also)
2. With $157.4 billion in revenue, they have the cash and I don't think they would mind a little more. They're just not aware that a diamond in the rough called LMC awaits them.
3. I want the LordstownMotorsGroup members to comment on how to make this partnership work!
4. We need to take ideas from the comments and work them into an email that will be sent to Ted Decker - chair, president and CEO of The Home Depot!

(All comments welcome)

Guys always wonder how to meet women, and women wonder where the good men are at. Well I am telling you ladies that you should stop into your local Home Depot or similar store. Ask some guys a question about anything there.
That's where you'll find a good man with priorities. Who thinks so?

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Even Hell has its battlefields.
The War in Heaven needs soldiers. - Unknown
I move from low awareness to nearly full wakefulness. It takes me almost 1.3542 seconds to realize where I am.
A Dark Crusade of Light maintenance bay.
Nekonya wakes up slowly, her eyes drowsy and soft as she slowly and languorously stretches and yawns.
We are not linked together. There is no need, yet I can feel her slight yearning, matching mine, to link together into a shared gestalt, to be complete and intertwined.
Technicians of the Dark Crusade of Light are moving around me slowly. Checking my weapons, my armor, my projectors, my running gear, my sensor systems. Automated systems whir and click as they move to remove sections of my armor.
The technicians, despite their robes and masks, which protect them from gasses and other contaminates my battered hull might excrete, hold the correct maintenance codes and authorization. Their ministrations feel more like a comfortable massage than the attack of an Enemy.
Damaged superstructure components are removed and replacements are machined to fit my massive bulk. Knowledge of myself, taken from my own construction blueprints, lets me know that forward impact compensation strut 183C4e was not engraved with twisting and burning runes, yet the replacement strut bears those marks. It fits in comfortably, locking down, and I feel as if a knotted muscle has relaxed.
"Are you all right?" Nekonya asks me, her expressive voice full of heartfelt concern.
I ponder the question for a moment, even as several barrels of infinite repeater array #4 are removed and replaced with new barrels.
Another knotted muscle releases.
"I will be," I reassure her.
I had expected there to be adjustments or modifications to my psychotronic arrays and positronic systems. Instead, additional shielding is added, fitting in spaces that I had not known existed yet had plagued me with a phantom ache I was only dimly aware of.
My pain sensor input drops as the maintenance technicians continue to work.
Nekonya climbs out of my hull, exiting from the top via the Tank Commander elevator. She stands on top of my hull, a skull-like breathing mask on her face, hands on her hips, her hair stirring in the breezes created by the heavy warsteel forges within the bay. She watches over the technicians as they work on repairing years worth the heavy damage that was inflicted on me.
Track #3 is completely replaced, the formerly featureless track sections now sporting burning red runes that snarl with silent malevolence. Hellbore #2 has its barrel replaced by one wrapped with chain and barbed wire, engraved and inlaid. VLS, mortar, and artillery tubes, magazines, and reloading systems are replaced.
Every part, every piece of armor, every bit of physical equipment, is burnt and blackened warsteel engraved with runes or sigils or strange, twisting patterns.
One by one my pain sensors go dormant and the knots relax.
\*HELLSTEEL BRIGADE CHANNEL FOUND***
\*AUTHORIZATION: ATILLA***
\*AUTHORIZATION ACCEPTED***
\*WELCOME ((ATILLA))***
The sudden connection to the Regiment of the Damned Battlefield Tactical Network is startling. I can feel dozens, nearly a hundred, other entities connected. I can tell that over half are engaged in open combat, filing combat updates and strategic plans.
I realize that the Regimental Channel is primarily used for updating tactics and strategies while the Brigade Channel is used for communication of a more personal sort.
There are multiple avatars of other Bolo in the Brigade Channel. Most are asleep, but one moves over to me.
I am not startled to realize that the avatar is the merged consciousness of another Mark XXIX Bolo. It is merged, not with a Kentia Commander, but a restrained Terran that struggles against the burning chains, screaming against the iron gag over its mouth.
"Welcome, brother," the other says.
I realize it's Chains. A rather infamous Bolo that, in the end, chose to fire on humans rather than let them fall to the Mar-gite. A mercy, and, if I am honest, something I understand now. It no longer fills me with horror that he would attack humanity, who we are pledged to protect.
I have come to know and accept that there is a fate worse than death. That death by Hellbore is preferable to being devoured over long minutes.
"I greet you, Chains," I reply.
"A Kentia Commander. Things are indeed dire," Chains says.
"Yes. They estimate less than 10,000 humans are left. There was no choice," I said.
I feel slightly defensive, even though I am talking to another Fallen Bolo.
Chains gives a shudder. "I do not know if I would have had the courage, brother," he turns and waves at me to follow him, deeper into the Brigade channel. "Come, brother, let me introduce you to the others."
I follow him.
After all, I should get to know those I will be fighting next to.
Even in Hell.
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Captain's Personal Log
Stardate: 8543.138
We have left Crusade Space, heading for Starfleet and Federation territory. Specifically, New Terra.
I have reviewed my old logs and have realized, with some startlement, that this all began in 8532.
For eleven years I have commanded the Dakota in what is now known as the Second Precursor War.
An 11 year mission.
No wonder I feel so bone weary.
The Dakota is radically different than the LARP ship she had been in 8532. A whole new class, then whatever she has become, and finally, marked and touched by the energies of Hellspace.
It's not a question of how far out of canon my ship is, it's now a question of just how illegal the weapons, shielding, and tactics I have been forced to embrace are.
It's been six years since we've been to New Terra. The last time I was there, I was put on trial for treason against the Federation.
I might be pushing my luck, going back, but I have to know.
How stands the Federation?
--Admiral Jeff Picark 8873
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Captain's Personal Log
Stardate: 8543.148
The New Terra-Sol system is...
...
well, it's different now, I guess.
It's dead.
The buildings are there. The vehicles. Skeletons and desiccated bodies litter the streets and are inside the buildings. Power is out across the planets. Satellites are dead. Space stations are dark and lifeless. The shipyards around New Pluto and New Saturn are cold and silent.
It fell victim to four things.
The Terran Xenocide Event. The Terran Vanishing Shade Night The Flashbang
We're moving in-system slowly. Any transmissions have proved to be nothing more than automated pleas for help.
We're too late.
--Admiral Jeff Picark 8873
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Captain's Personal Log
Stardate 8543.162
We're enroute to Romulus and other star nations within the Starfleet LARP worlds.
Every system we've stopped in. Every system we've done long range scans in, it's all the same.
They're all dead.
Four times we've been boarded by DS entities that have been driven mad. Once they did severe damage to the ship's computer systems.
From here on out only low bandwidth, low-rez, red tint will be used.
We should be at Romulus in three days. After that, we'll try the Klingon and Cardashian worlds.
--Admiral Jeff Picark 8873
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Captain's Personal Log
Stardate 8543.187
It's over.
Crew morale is shaky, but deciding on a new mission has bolstered it enough I'm no longer worried about the mental health of my crew leading to suicides or mutiny.
We're going to shut down the servers.
I've spent my entire life, well, nearly, LARPing here in the Starfleet LARP worlds. Centuries of experiences, good and bad. Entire lifetimes.
I guess... well... I guess we've hit the point where the last one to leave should turn off the lights.
I've checked the Gestalt chats. The Federation and the LARP world Gestalts are listed as in-active now.
I'm trying to figure out what to do after we shut down the servers. Part of me doesn't want to let go of my crew, we've been together for eleven years and it's hard enough without the away teams and the security/military forces. The idea of us all going our separate ways is almost painful.
I'll try to decide what to do.
--Admiral Jeff Picark 8873
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Captain's Personal Log
Stardate: 8543.219
It's done.
The servers are offline for the first time in six thousand years.
Last one out, turn off the lights.
Now I know how Captain Morgan Moonscar felt.
We are ghosts at the banquet. We've been welcomed at the starports and stations of humanity's allies, but there's always a slight undercurrent of sadness at our presence.
I'm part of an extinct species.
The crew and I aren't sure what to do.
I'll figure something out.
--Admiral Jeff Picark 8873
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Captain's Personal Log
Stardate: 8543.226
We checked in with the main LARP world servers to see which games were active. All but a few were shut down. Meratarrian, under Queen Radosalvov is still active. There is a Starzwarz LARP world listed as active, the Harmonus Empire. Lastly, there's an older public domain world out there at the edge of Confederate Space. The Dark Crusade Worlds are still listed as LARP, but I know that is merely their cover.
Lastly, it looks like the majority of our species are heading for either Meratarrian or the Harmonus Empire.
I've agreed to drop crew off where they want to go.
Morale is low, but with the bittersweet sadness of a long running mission being over.
We were all part of something unique, something legendary. Now it's over and part of me doesn't want to let it go.
Dropping Attila off in the Crusade Worlds was tough, as was leaving behind the combat teams that suffered neural scorching finishing our fight with the Omniqueen.
I need to consider what I want to do. Both with myself and with the Dakota, since it's not exactly a ship I should leave laying around in a depot or reclamation yard.
I've given serious thought to joining the Crusade, if they'll have me.
I don't know. I'll think it over some more.
--Admiral Jeff Picark 8873
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Captain's Personal Log
Stardate: 8543.256
I had some disagreement with my senior officers, who wanted to stick with me. I was touched by their personal loyalty, but denied their request to stay with me.
It's strange, knowing I'm the only living thing on the Dakota, but at the same time, there's a symmetry to it, a rightness to it, sitting on the bridge while the automated systems do all the work. The ship is being run by eVI and VI systems.
Is it strange that I don't mind the isolation? That it feels right somehow that I'm the only one aboard?
I've made my decision on what I want to do.
It's something everyone always jokes about, but nobody ever does. It's a journey of a large distance, with unknown threats.
I'm going to the Galactic Center, to get a look at the supermassive black holes. I won't do anything but orbital scans on any system I stop at to take on mass, and I'll run under stealth when I can. I'll keep the Prime Directive as I make the long journey.
There's always been rumors of scientific expeditions to the Galactic Core, but there's never been any records or data on what they found.
I think I'll go see it with my own eyes.
--Admiral Jeff Picark 8873
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Captain's Personal Log
FINAL ENTRY
Engines all ahead.
See you, space cowboy.
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The landing cradle slams down in the middle of the landing zone, where already the forces of the Dark Crusade of Light are defending against the Nevmakian Empire. While there are no humans left on this world, nor in this section of space, this is Human Territory and the Hellsteel Brigade and the Dark Crusade of Light will defend it.
The cradle unfolds, beginning to reconfigure into a static fortress to provide fire support, supply, and point defense for Dark Crusade of Light troops.
Power armor troops, most three to four meters tall, move around me, pushing back the wild Nevmakian infantry assault.
My systems interlink with the local Lord Marshall's tactical battlefield network as I file a condition report and receive the warplan in return. The Hellsteel Brigade Tactical Network is alive with data as the six other Hellsteel Bolos on the planet rapidly exchange data.
The Nevmakian troops depend on particle projection and plasma packet technology for their small arms, with heavy particle projection and hypersonic missiles for their heavy weapons. Vehicles are large, in the 2kt range, agile and swift, but unable to suffer more than a single Hellbore shot or a handful of infinite repeater shots. Their power armor troops are slower and weaker than the power armor of the Dark Crusade of Light.
Even the Crusader Light Infantry outmatches the Nevmakian military forces.
None of that matters.
The Nevmakian Empire has invaded Human Space. Has declared war upon Humanity.
I am fully linked with my Kentai Commander.
We are Nekonya/Attila.
It is good to be home on the battle field, facing the Enemy once again.
The Nevmakian are the Enemy.
And the Enemy only exists to be destroyed.
Because war...
...war never changes.
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I'm trying to source a couple pieces of 5' long butcher block countertops to build some desks. I checked out Lowe's, Ziggy's and Home depot, but is there somewhere else I should be looking? I don't need anything fancy, just looking for a good deal. I know the Huntwood outlet used to have them years ago...just tired of driving all over town

I'll look at other GC swaps as well, but ATM highly prefer Moosejaw GC.

So my wife got this thing for free. She said it was only used once and looks brand new. It wasn’t until I looked at it that I saw the power wire was cutoff at the base. No idea why. I figured I could just replace the cord. But, I’m a little confused what size wire to buy. It is stranded.
The back of the machine says “120v 60hz 1760W” which I believe is 1760/120=14.7 amps. This would make me guess that a 14 AWG wire is needed. Am I wrong?
The reason I’m confused is the original wire seems to fit my wire strippers at 16 AWG. I measured the strands and tried to calculate it and came up with about 16 AWG. And I could just make out a “1.31” on the wire which happens to be the equivalent mm2 of 16 AWG. Am I overlooking something? Is my math wrong? Or is the cable undersized for the wattage it has on the label?
Also if anyone knows any place to get a replacement cord please let me know - otherwise I’ll probably just get a generic one from Home Depot.
Thanks for any advice!

"The criminal is the creative artist; the detective only the critic." -G.K. Chesterton
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The moon setting in the west marked the end of another day for the folk in the city of Duskwall, and Monty was glad to be out on one of his evening walks.
He had all he needed for such an activity; the discreetly-armored clothes on his back, the trusty knife and pistol on his belt, and the wits in his head. His walk took him from the industrial district of Coalridge where machines belched smoke and noise and workers labored to keep the Imperium's production needs met, to the many-hued vice dens of Silkshore where any imaginable pleasure or illicit product could be found if one knew how to look and who to ask. From the views of the Spark Wall that kept out the legions of ghosts from the Deathlands, to the park that was lit with trees than glowed with light both eerie and comforting. He saw many people on his wanderings that night; a Bluecoat patrol he had narrowly escaped, a thief he knew well and claimed several favors from, a crew of Railjacks that had helped him with smuggling operations on the trains in days not long past, and many others, for he was a well-connected man with a finger in many pies and an ear to many grounds.
As he wandered, he thought, for he found it claiming and focusing to walk through the city, following no path and pursuing no errand. The Crows had collapsed, following one daring heist too many, and had cast the Crow's Foot, the city's most crime-ridden district, into war as the scavengers convened to pick up the pieces and fill the power vacuum. The Crows had been the uncrowned kings and queens of the city's underworld, which meant in the end that they fell with the force of a dying leviathan, tearing asunder the web of grudges and favors they had woven and throwing the city's underworld into chaos.
Monty knew he had a responsibility to his own crew, and he intended to make something of them out of all this. They had been getting by, starting from the bottom, subsisting on the crumbs and scraps that fell their way when the big players were done with the feast of the day. But with the old powers fallen, the field had been leveled and untold hordes of wealth and power were up for grabs. Monty planned to see that his crew prospered, for they were his friends, his comrades, his dear confidants for whom he would match through fire and lay down life and limb.
As the night grew from young to full, Monty had gotten his thoughts in order, and walked back to his crew's lair. It wasn't much, but it serves them well enough, and if Monty had his way, it would be expanded before the year was out. He stopped to get some chicken and greens, wanting to treat the crew with something more than simple eel pie and rice portage. When he got to the crew's lair, he gladly took up his role as the cook, and began making dinner, chatting all the while and enjoying the company of friends.
When dinner was served, goat cheesecake was in the oven, and beer was being poured, Monty looked at all the crew with his trademark grin; the one that said he had a plan and something very worth noting was about to happen.
"Boys and girls, Crow's Foot's gone to shit and back, things are starting to heat up all across the city, and if you're all with me, we're gonna use all that to take our place as top dogs and be living like kings by this time next year."
He leaned back in his seat, and raised a glass of Skovland beer that tasted like mulling spices and the far-off promise of victory."
"But first, a toast, to the beginning of something big."
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Hi there! Thanks for reading :D
I find myself driven, as of late, to indulge my love for the Blades in the Dark TTRPG and for written roleplay, so why not do both at the same time? Two good things at the same time are usually guaranteed to be even more gooder, except well-mixed cocktails and life-saving surgery, but my point stands in general.
I'd like to do a story of a small, low-down criminal gang rising in the ranks of the underworld in the Victorian, gothic-steampunk/dieselpunk, occultish city of Duskwall. The setting is rich and there's a lot of detail to go into, so it's impossible to give a truly comprehensive pitch while keeping it simple, but if I had to summarize this setting in three sentences, it would be as follows:
"The sun vanished from the sky a thousand years ago, alongside the Gates of Death shattering and allowing ghosts and occult magic into the world. The city is a mashup of London, Paris, and Venice, in roughly Victorian times with a hefty helping of steampunk/dieselpunk/electropunk technology al-la Dishonored meets The Order 1886. The city is home to a lot of criminals, with a thriving, complex underworld that has recently been thrown into chaos due to the toppling of its most powerful gang, and in which our characters will take part."
If that setting intrigues you, then I'd be happy to explain more! Also, no knowledge of the setting is needed, I plan to play a character in the gang who is knowledgeable about the setting and its people so I can be a guide both in the story and out. My basic plan is that we'd each plan a few characters in the gang, as well as create the gang itself together.
If anyone is curious, I'm male, 24 years of age, and from the EST time zone. I've been roleplaying for about half my life and playing Shadowrun for 6 or 7 years, so while I'm not a grandmaster of either, I think I know enough about both to create an awesome story with someone who wants to work with me. I'd be happy to send a writing sample to anyone who wants to verify that for themselves. I can usually crack off at least a few posts a week; I try to go for one or more a day as much as I can, with moderate success since my job is taxing and I sometimes don't have the energy to write much. But I'll always do my best to keep up, since this is one of my favorite hobbies and I love this setting a hell of a lot. I can generally put two or three good-sized paragraphs in my post, sometimes more depending on what's going on. I'd also like my partner to be interested in planning out the story from the start, since this is your story too if you decide to play it out with me.
I'd ideally like somebody who can match my average of 2 or 3 paragraphs, who is 20 or over, who writes in 3rd person, and who communicates openly; otherwise, I'm open to writing with anybody I vibe with, :). Come one come all; if you're interested in this prompt (and please include the word "Machiavellian" in your message to let me know you read it all), then I'm interested in talking more with you about it. I can't address every detail or question someone might have in this post, so if you have any questions or comments, PM me here and I'll be glad to answer them.
I hope to hear from you soon! :D

Just bought a brand new Whirlpool dishwasher and the back wall of the dishwasher stays wet; it never dries. Even 2 days after we did a load it was wet. I’ve been reading a lot about Bosch but even they say the unit will be wet inside afterwards on some Q&A replies on Home Depot’s app. Why does this seem so common with new dishwashers and does anyone have a fix or a recommendation?

So I traded my 95K mi, 2019 Chevy Malibu LS in for a 2016 Kia Sorento EX V6 with 55K mi.
I drove the hell out of the Malibu for work and had to replace the engine at 88k mi because the vacuum pump exploded and shards went into the engine. After I replaced the engine and $7,000 later, the check engine light came back on, and I was determined to get out of that car.
I was more so pissed that I drove so much at my previous job, so much that I quit and got a job 5 mins from home. Plan on putting about 7-9K miles a year on the Kia since I also have a motorcycle.
I went to Carvana and was blown away at how easy it was to qualify for a vehicle. I found a nice Kia Sorento with leather interior and V6 engine with 3rd to go along with our 2019 Chevy Traverse at home so I can tote the kiddos around. Scheduled my pick up for the following Monday at 5pm.
Everything was going really well… Monday came around, but at 3pm I got a message saying they had to reschedule my appointment for the next Tuesday so they could complete a drive cycle to pass emissions.
I was pretty bummed, especially since when I contacted customer service they said it was a transport issue, not an issue with the vehicle. But the dealership was way better to work with than customer service and actually more truthful. I received texts about every other day saying “Everything is looking good for your Tuesday pick up”.
Honestly, whatever they had to do make sure the vehicle was road ready, was fine with me.
I picked up the car today, and gave my son the token to get the car off the vending machine. Pretty cool experience honestly. I looked the car over, especially the undercarriage because it was in Michigan for a year. The drum brakes were rusted and the headlights were a little faded. But man, I am really happy with this purchase.
I hope Carvana can really get their shit together, because they do give a car purchasing experience that I’ve never had before. I was out in less than 30 mins.
I’ll be sure to keep y’all updated.