Pros
None at all what so ever.
Cons
This is the most toxic work environment I’ve ever experienced. The first thing out of my manager’s mouth was: “If you lag behind, you're going home with a write-up for non-compliance”—delivered with an obnoxious smile. That, and arguing with another manager over which trucks needed to be filled first, set the tone. On my second day, another manager kept pestering me to place boxes on the rollers instead of beside them. Why did I place them beside the rollers? Because they were already full—and if I left packages on the conveyor belt, they’d pile up at the end, which they did anyway. Never mind that I was struggling to stack boxes during the brief moments I had to catch my breath. These impudent fools didn’t drug test me or let me file any important paperwork during the two days I wasted in “orientation.” I couldn’t submit my W-4, my I-9, or even set up direct deposit. Instead, I was thrown onto the floor on day three, only to be hassled by trainers and managers about my slow performance—despite the facility lagging behind due to staffing shortages. The only pleasure I got from this job was hearing packages marked “fragile” smash on the ground, their euphonious cracks a testament to mismanagement and poor company morale. They’ll take anyone with a pulse—so long as you’re willing to leave your cellphone at the door. Speaking of which: why can’t I have my phone? I was told that if my loved ones needed to reach me, they could call my manager. But when they tried, the number led to a warehouse directory that asked for a PIN. Clearly, productivity matters more than my family being able to contact me in an emergency. Orientation consisted of a slew of outdated videos that looked like they hadn’t been updated since the eighties. Oh, and two videos on how to prepare for a potential mass casualty event. One featured the chief operating officer preaching that safety is a priority—yet I had to bring my own personal protective equipment because FedEx doesn’t provide any. So, if there's any advice I can give you before you make the mistake of working here—don’t. You’re better off selling your blood or delivering food than being buried under an avalanche of boxes. The incident board claimed it had been forty days since the last accident. No wonder the guy I started with was gone the very next day.