It is not enough
to simply
One must be willing
to achieve something
far greater than themselves
if they do not wish
to be relegated
to mere memory.
Sacrifice yourself
to your self
and live this life that you have been given
to your highest will


My Fellow Associates

Before I write this letter to all of you,  I will preface this by saying that they have suppressed my third letter, titled “The “Blue” Solution”, by making it difficult to find in the blog list. If you or anyone else that you know would like to read it, feel free to message me and I will send you the link. It is shameful to know that you cannot speak critically about a company without them silencing your words, which no doubt sets a terrible precedent that I suspect not even they have accounted for the consequences.

What I could not know when I wrote my first letter was the sheer magnitude of you that felt the same as I. Indeed, though I knew only of the struggles that many at my store faced, I remained oblivious to the idea that other stores would be allowed to function in such a state. One of the many sentiments expressed at 1971 is that “surely, there cannot be other Lowe’s that are this terrible.” Witnessing firsthand the feelings held by many of you that resonated with what I had said truly opened my eyes to the fact that there is something terribly wrong with Lowe’s, something that we cannot allow to continue if we are to honetly tell the people that walk through our doors that our passion is to help them love where they live.

The meeting that I had with my District HR was, educational, to say the least. Though most of it was corporate smokescreens and conflict resolution tactics, I was afforded the invaluable chance to see the man behind the red vest. When he told me that “people only care about themselves and what they get out of anything” and that “no one is going to help you but you,” I was, at first, shocked. I am an optimist and though we are capable of some pretty horrendous and selfish acts, we are also gifted with the potential to become better than we are. However, the more I thought about his point of view, the more I began to understand it, though not in the way he hoped I would. Not in the fact that we are miserable, selfish people, but that no one is coming to save us. Certainly not HR, or our “leadership teams.”

The only people that can change Lowe’s is ourselves.

I came to the conclusion that the problems that exist at Lowe’s begin and end with us. I know that might be hard for some of us to hear. Many of us have felt victimized by those in power and have had our voice silenced. I am sure many of you can remember the training videos that deter us from unions, idiotically stating that we would be giving up our voice. I ask, what good is a voice if it falls on deaf ears? I am not advocating for unions; however, I am advocating for the power of our voice. When we fall silent over misdeeds and incompetent managers, we become the problem. We are just as guilty for our plight as those who do nothing for us. Allow me to illustrate this with a famous story about five monkeys.

An experimenter puts 5 monkeys in a large cage. High up at the top of the cage, well beyond the reach of the monkeys, is a bunch of bananas. Underneath the bananas is a ladder. The monkeys immediately spot the bananas and one begins to climb the ladder. As he does, however, the experimenter sprays him with a stream of cold water. Then, he proceeds to spray each of the other monkeys. The monkey on the ladder scrambles off. And all 5 sit for a time on the floor, wet, cold, and bewildered. Soon, though, the temptation of the bananas is too great, and another monkey begins to climb the ladder. Again, the experimenter sprays the ambitious monkey with cold water and all the other monkeys as well. When a third monkey tries to climb the ladder, the other monkeys, wanting to avoid the cold spray, pull him off the ladder and beat him. Now one monkey is removed and a new monkey is introduced to the cage. Spotting the bananas, he naively begins to climb the ladder. The other monkeys pull him off and beat him. Here’s where it gets interesting. The experimenter removes a second one of the original monkeys from the cage and replaces him with a new monkey. Again, the new monkey begins to climb the ladder and, again, the other monkeys pull him off and beat him – including the monkey who had never been sprayed. By the end of the experiment, none of the original monkeys were left and yet, despite none of them ever experiencing the cold, wet, spray, they had all learned never to try and go for the bananas. The metaphor and the lessons that apply to work are clear. Despite the exhortations from management to be innovative and collaborative, cold water is poured on people and their ideas whenever someone tries something new. Or, perhaps worse, the other employees suppress innovation, and learned helplessness spreads throughout the workplace.

One of my associates has been working hard to earn a full-time position at my store. So much so, that she began to apply to nearby Lowe’s in the hopes of landing any full-time position. She dreams of one day being a manager, so she applied for Service Manager positions. When one of our ASM’s discovered her passion, he told her that she did not have what it takes to be a Service Manager. The issue is not whether she is capable of handling the responsibilities that come with being a Service Manager, but the fact that no one is given the right to limit another person. True, not every person is cut out to be a manager, but what right do any of us have in telling someone they do not have that potential within themselves without first helping them discover that? Our purpose as leaders is to nurture our associates, to provide them the groundwork and the tools necessary to achieve the greatness that burns within. Yet, the shameful truth is that we are not investing in the part-time Lumber associate who works until his wrists can longer lift, the weekend warrior lot attendants drenched in sweat, the full-time single mother who is so close to completing her nursing degree so she can leave this hellish wasteland. WE are failing them. WE are the problem. When we snuff out our associates’ passions and dreams, what right have we to expect great things from them? How can we, in any sense of genuineness, state that we are here for them, that we are driven to provide a caring environment when we cannot even be bothered to provide for them?

This sort of learned helplessness runs rampant in Lowe’s. We have grown complacent and we stifle growth by following  antiquated planograms and procedures that have only dug us further into this stygian vale of rotted values and dreams. When we confine ourselves to doing things a certain way because that’s how we’ve always done it, we willingly hamper ourselves and the one and only outcome that we have given ourselves is failure.

We cannot, in good faith, expect change if we are not first willing to change ourselves. We must have a standard, a bar that we will not allow to be lowered at any cost, a threshold that no one may dare cross. We will fall for everything if we stand for nothing, so I ask each and every one of you to stand for yourself. Speak out when you have been wronged. Our silence has led them to believe that we will accept sub-par “leaders” and that we are more than willing to continue drudging down the path of the underpaid and overworked. I know that many of you may have fallen silent out of fear; this job is your livelihood, your sole means of income. Perhaps you believe that speaking out may cost you your job. Or maybe you couldn’t care less about this job, so what good is trying to change it? I am telling you all that while one person may not be able to achieve the change that we so desperately need, if we all speak as one, they will listen. They must listen.

Remember that no one comes in to Lowe’s for Marvin. No one comes in because they support your District Manager or your HR. The people that walk through those doors come in to see you. You are what makes Lowe’s worth coming in to, and if no one will stand up and say that you are appreciated and that the sacrifices you have made for this company haven’t been for nothing then let that person be me.

You are appreciated.
You are invaluable.
You are the reason why people love where they live.

It’s not the products.
It’s not the EPP’s.
It’s not the leads.

It is you and it always has been.

My store is having what is called a “Support Walk” on the 6th of September. Corporate has decided to grace us with their presence and will come to our store and ask our associates how much we love working for Lowe’s and what they can do to make it even better. I say we tell them the truth. If your store is having a similar walk, I humbly ask you to print this and give to them. Feel free to copy and paste the entirety of this letter and send it to Marvin, to your District Manager, to your District HR. They need to know that we will not tolerate “leadership teams” that are allowed to stay employed with a 47 rating on EOS, or management that willingly subverts and deceives customers and abuses their associates.

This is our wake up call and the only ones that can make this place grow to untold heights is us. No one will help us. It’s time to help ourselves.

Thank you.

Harrison Dalrymple
Simi Valley, Store#1971

Antiquity 17

The essence of a true leader
is to brim with sincerity
for without it,
none may believe you.
When the leader’s task is finished,
those they led say,
“We did it!”
while the leader stays silent,
their work done.



is a bit
of a double-edged sword,
if you ask me.
so long as you avoid
the truth
and any bit of self-reflection,
your world remains just that;
An illusion.
But should you come,
by fate or happenstance,
to the point
where you acknowledge
your ignorance,
you really only have
one option;
Because if you don’t,
you are willingly engaging
in the destruction of others
as well as yourself,
and there is no greater crime
or sin
as grave as that.



Did you know
that diamonds are unique
when compared to every other gemstone?
They are
the only precious stone
that requires
incredibly precise conditions
in order to be made.

A hundred miles below the surface
a tenth of the heat of our Sun
and about seven hundred and twenty-five
pounds of pressure
per square inch.
That’s about two adult blue whales
Let that sink in.

In fact,
most of the diamonds we have today
started forming about
three million years ago,
and only a select few
ever reach the surface,
hence their rarity.

So yeah,
you may be going through some hard times
but so did every diamond
that this earth created.
Just give it time, child,
and you’ll dazzle, too.



Drifting effortlessly
through the cosmic expanse.
Motes of Light
zoom unfettered
surrounding you
an all encompassing glow.


You awake on a distant shore
one forgotten by Time.
You know not how you came to be,
as the gentle waves wash away
the memories of the last cycle.
Who you were,
what you were,
your beliefs and ideals,
your name;
all purged
by the Light.
You stand,
your feet sinking slightly
into the golden sands.
A familiar breeze tousles the hair
from your eyes,
and you see
on your side lies
a blade.
Not ornate in any sense.
And yet, you feel,
deep within you,
a connection to this blade.
Your fingers clasp tightly
around the leather wrapped hilt
and a single memory,
like a flashbulb,
illuminates your now empty mind
with one final reminder
of who you once were.
This unhoned blade,
your spirit,
is your to fashion.
To protect
or destroy,
to serve
or rebel,
to attack
or defend;
this is what this new cycle
will ask of you.
The question now

What would you fight for?


*Musical selection is titled “Prelude” from Final Fantasy Mobius*


I stood there,
feet on the white
and brown tile,
arms resting along the
smooth hand rail
overlooking the plaza.
So many people,
walking to and from
their favorite stores.
Some alone,
others with others,
children running
and screaming.
I look on as I see
people holding hands
with people that matter to them,
and my heart pangs in jealousy.

What makes me so different from them?
I think to myself.

A frigid breath
brushes past the
hairs on my neck,
making them stand
on end.

As if you yourself know not the answer,
the Mantle uttered,
slipping off my back
and onto the rails
on which I rested.

Of course. As if I could forget,
I ruminated.
The Mantle.
Forged in the darkest recessess
of my heart and mind,
granted by my inner shadow
in a desperate bid
to save others from their fate.
None can see it but my self
as it drapes over
my once proud shoulders.
Clad in a cloth of darkest night,
I am more
and less
than I was before it came to me.

So you do remember,
it drawled coldly.
It never ceases to fascinate me
to see you yearn for the Light
when you know full well
that your lust for the Light
is meaningless.

I scoff,
Spare me the false incredulity.
You would not exist if not for the Light.
I am my own judge and executioner,
and you would do well to remember

that it was I who summoned you.

A wry smile escapes the Mantle.
I care not for the Light
or Shadow,
young thaumaturge.
It was you who sought wisdom,
in all of its forms.
Do not place blame on I
for not being satisfied 
with what you see.

I suppose I thought
that things would be
as I envisioned them,
I softly recounted.

Are they ever?
the Mantle finished,
alighting gently on my shoulders.

I whispered out loud.

“No they are not”.



Fear not
for the hour of your doom
is set
and none may escape it.

This adage
has been passed down
throughout time
by my ancestors.
To some, it may seem
rather nihilistic
for if we are destined to fall
why bother living?
Why trouble ourselves
in doing anything at all
when none of it will matter
in the end?

‘Tis the fate of the feeble,
I would imagine
to fail to recognize
the incredible amount of freedom
this thought can grant.

Allow me to show you
the Light.
When we can accept our mortality,
along with the notion
that we are fated to die,
we become incredibly
to say the least.

It allows us to go forward
into any wind
and do the things
that please us most.
It pushes us to live our lives
in such a way
that when Death finally comes for us,
even he will be reluctant to take you.
For you have embraced your life
and lived it with such vigor
and courage,
that it mattered not
when or where you pass
from this life to the next.

Do no consign yourself
to be solely a memory.



An antimony core
housed in a jacket
of copper.
A powder
as dark
as the shores of Iceland
and a primer
that grants
the life-giving spark,
to be expulsed from
a lubricated chamber
to ensure maximum accuracy.
Unlimited potential
all packed tightly
in a 9 millimeter shell.
But let us not fool ourselves.
The intent that fuels
these leaden messengers of Death
is not universal,
but rather,
dependent on the force
that summons them.
For they can be used
for good,
by the good
and they can be used
for evil,
by the evil.
Therein lies the beauty
of being unshelled.
We are not unlike them,
can you see?
For within each of us
lies the power
of prospect.
We may become tools
of destruction
or redemption.
Of hope
or anguish.
Of hate
or love.
And like the hand
that pulls the trigger,
we have a choice.
A choice
on where
to aim ourselves.
There is,
one caveat.
A bullet cannot alter its course.
So make your decision
with the utmost care,
for it will define you.

Whether it sets you free
or binds you,
is up to you.


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