Before the store opens
Half the crew still outside, lights flickering, and I’m in the corner trying to load myTHDHR on the old desktop.
That spinning icon is basically a part of the morning soundtrack.
small observations
- if it loads on the first try = good day.
- if it asks to reset the password = brace yourself.
- nobody knows where half the tabs go, but we all click them anyway.
thought
Funny how myTHDHR runs everything quietly — payroll, time-off, benefits — yet it never says “good morning.” Just blank boxes waiting for clicks.
between MyApron & myTHDHR — corporate limbo 🔁
same hallway, different doors
You clock out of one and walk right into the other.
MyApron for the front-end grind, myTHDHR for the paperwork behind it.
what it feels like
- two halves of the same machine.
- one smells like dust and screensavers.
- the other hums like a payroll printer.
not complaining
They keep the day moving. You don’t love them, but you’d panic if they disappeared.