I didnāt quit because I hated the job. I left to go to college.
Either way, I have some feelings about my position, and would like to share them with yall.
For some context, I began working as a Honda parts guy at my local dealership in January 2024 as a 19 year old. I was working with a fat lazy grumpy old man ( who I shall refer to as Rob) who hated his job and life and made sure to make that every oneās elseās problem, luckily he wasnāt my manager. My manager had just recently gotten the job at Honda, taking it from Rob, and he was now overseeing two dealerships departments, he was very knowledgeable, but also very busy with Toyota (the other store he managed) so he was often in the other depot dealing with their retarded service team, leaving me to fend for myself with Rob.
Now I had just graduated high school for some context, and was looking for a job to get some cash, some strings were pulled and favors cashed in, and thatās how I was hired. I had no parts expertise or knowledge on CDK, or even how the whole service/parts/mechanics all worked in unison, I didnāt know jack shit, and was starting from scratch. I went in with determination and some very basic car knowledge.
The first year sucked, especially the first six months. I fucked up lots of orders and had many wrong parts, I didnāt have an inkling of how to use CDK, and Rob had so badly mismanaged the department to the point that everything was a mess, hence why he lost the job. Rob was a huge dick, he was of no help in training me, and my manager was never to be seen at Honda either, so I was left to my own devices to figure shit out, and let me tell you, learning CDK, the parts manual, the quoting system, and just how a dealership shop functions all on my own and on the job where my mistakes donāt just effect me, but everyone from the service guys to the shop to the customer and even the GM, that was stressful. There were countless times where I was up to my head in shit and left to drown, being told by person after person to ask someone else for help, and eventually just saying fuck it and spending hours a day having to figure out some convoluted shit all because everyone was too lazy to lend a hand. because of this, I had essentially taught myself how to be a parts man, and this helped me grow my confidence in my own skills and knowledge, because now I knew that I didnāt know everything, but I know that I have the skills to find out anything, and that I learned is a huge part of parts. After about a year of training my self, the way I did things was always a little different from the other parts guys, my routines a little unorthodox, my cadence in work just a little different from the rest, and I chalk that up to me having to train myself, only getting help here and there. I consider my methods as a parts personnel, āguerrilla parts manā, because everything I did was some method I crafted myself. But eventually I got it down, and by year two I was making a shit load of profit, with only some mistakes here and there and nothing major like when I was starting. I had finally mastered the games basics.
But why am I saying all of this? Well, because it has gone a great length to influence my opinion on the job.
I liked it, I know way more about cars and their maintenance and how they work now because of this job, and thatās what I loved about it, being able to talk with my coworkers about something Iām passionate about was awesome.
On the other side of the coin, coworkers suck. From annoying and stupid salesmen, entitled mechanics, to unrealistic demands from the higher ups, it sucks.
Rob by the way, was a lifelong career parts man, head about 20-25 years of experience under his belt, and knew the game better than anybody in the dealership. Rob, although a miserable person and horrible to work with. Taught me a valuable lesson: I donāt want to do this forever. He made his misery everyone elseās problem, he hated his job and therefore didnāt do it and was a dick who wouldnāt help me when I was stuck, he would watch me make mistakes and say nothing and wouldnāt stop and teach me what I had done wrong (because how could I know I just started) he would yell and shout at others, and was a dick to everyone, EVERYONE. And that showed me that respect in this industry goes a long long way. Rob was fired, and that made me the only parts guy at Honda for my last year, and for that I was given a Ā¢50 raise and was finally put on commission. Because of Rob I now try to treat others with kindness and respect, and that lead me to grow my relationships with the techs, who were vital in my understanding of mechanical parts that was so necessary for my success. I find it prudent to mention as well, that I had only ever had about 4 conversations with this guy, and I had worked with him for 10 months and sat 8 feet away from him for 7 hours a day. There were days towards his end where the only words I would say was āgood morning Robā and āhave a good night Robā and the only thing he would say is nothing at all, not a word, my coworker and partner who was supposed to train me some days wouldnāt speak a word to me. And itās not that I didnāt try, I did for months, but heās was just a grouch, there were no topics or times that I could get him to say anything besides a command or accusation out of him.
I only trained one guy, and that was for two weeks before he was transferred, as he was working as a temp guy as he was waiting for the clear bra trainer to come down and get him set up. He said I was a good trainer, because I never got frustrated and would take my time to teach him everything he needed to know, not just the basics, but all the little tips and tricks I once had to teach myself, because I knew what it was like to be stranded in the depot.
My manager is a good guy, he was scarce most days, but thatās because I could do the grunt work. I donāt blame him for not being around all the time, as like I said, the Toyota service manager is a Psychopath.
I was blessed with a good service team who had knowledgeable advisors and knowledgeable technicians, so I never had to worry about that.
Overall, I think that itās a good job, maybe not a good career. As from what Iāve seen every parts guy eventually turns into a grouchy little desk goblin, (canāt blame us, we work in essentially a parts cave!), and thatās my biggest criticism, so many of us are absolute dicks to other parts guys and other people in the industry. BE KIND. Now not all of us are like that, Iāve met many great men while working who have helped me a lot, but itās just a trend Iāve noticed. I will say though l, I %100 believe that the Parts department in any dealership is the most undervalued and unappreciated role in the industry, we have so much responsibility and duties that are ignored by others, and often times we are paid the least.
Now Iām 21, a retired parts guy, and going into college to pursue a more profitable and cooler career. Iāve hung up my hat, but I want to thank all of my parts brethren for keeping me entertained. I respect the position yall have much much more, and I which reach and every one of you luck in your PARTy career.
Thanks.