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Sterling Manufacturing is a Manufacturer located at 150 Bennington St, Northside / Northline, Houston, Texas 77022, US.
The business is listed under manufacturer category. It has received 10 reviews with an average rating of 3.8 stars.
- John B
- 1 year ago
- Legate Roddamere
- 2 years ago
- Thomas Sweed
- 2 years ago
- Angie Martinez
- 3 years ago
- Miguel Badillo
- 3 years ago
Here are some reviews from our users.
"Truck Carriers - tough back alert! Don’t not send new or inexperienced drivers to pick up here. All I’m going to say is GOAL, GOAL, GOAL! If you do not get out and look you will have an accident here. Easier back for day cabs, trucks with sleepers should take their time! You’ll be a foot away from the fence backing in a foot trailer. Also, in route here there are a couple of turns that may challenge inexperienced drivers. Take your time and swing wide! Staff is very friendly, load times depend on the material. They started loading me as soon as I bumped the dock. Have no complaints...Loaded me in about an hour or so."
"I haven’t smöked pöt in ages, but when I worked here, I got down. After high school I thought my pöt smöking days were over, but after working here for a few months.. I jümped right back in the game. Sure, I worked along side your ‘average’ hoöd-räts. I say hoöd-räts because there were far too many people with tattoös and poör demeanor (ghëtto folk, essentially), but it was these same low-livës that reintroduced me to the dëvils lettuce. My renewed encounter with weëd came when a coworker shook my hand one morning, “just a sample” he said. We had talked about a “deal” the day before, but I didn’t expect to see it fulfilled almost immediately. Right away, I knew. I looked into my hand, and there it was, a familiar sight. I looked at the weëd bag, recalling all those days I had skippëd school to smöke weëd with my ‘friends’. That same day I managed to büm a lightër off someone, and I already had a makeshift water bottle pipë prepared by lunch time. The clock strück eleven. I secluded myself and smöked half the bag. Once again, I found myself stöned to the gills. The next morning I stood there, alone, in the warehouse, pondering my next move, “should I buy more?” I pulled the bag outta my pocket, looked at it and thought: “no, I quit weëd after high school, this job is my life now.” So, I tossed the bag high up onto some asbëstos-lookin’ stuff. For the rest of the day, there it stayed. The following day, I went on as normal. Break-time came, and then it hït me.. “there’s a bag of weëd up there and nobody knows it.” “Scrëw it” I said. I climbed up one of the supports like an äpe in Africä (this feat surprised me, for I had never done such a thing.. so dësperate in nature), I retrieved the säck, and from that point on I got hïgh everyday. Ahh, what a silly memory. Speaking of silly memories.. as an experiment, I once hit a pïpe out in the open alongside my ‘fellow’ coworkers just to see if they could smell it, and smell it they did. One of the ladies there (very kind Christiän lady) walked up to me, and with a silly face said: “it smells like weëd :/“. Another lady walked up to me and asked: “you smell that?” This lady inquired around, errätically asking everyone questions. She then walked back to me, and began sniffïng me like a dog. She stood there looking at me for almost a minute. I süspect that she süspected that it was I who lït the pïpe, lmao. I smöked jöints in the warehouse every morning, I hït the pïpe every lunch break, and I bought several -säcks of weëd from four different coworkers. Despite that, NOBODY sqüealed, no one ever did. Not sure if everyone was apäthetic or if I was just THAT got-dämn good. The weëd my coworkers offered was fair, it got the job done, it did me right.. except for that one time when the bläck guy sold me that möldy -säck. Everyone else was dry, so I ended up smöking the dämn thing, and that’s when the paranöia set in... a paranöia that would ultimately späwn a charäde-like event during my time there, but that’s a different störy. That störy will serve as a lesson on couräge, one that i’ll tell my future descëndants, lest they become timïd and too scäred to go after what they want. Anyway, enough about you. I didn’t expect the Nörthside to be so scümmy. The place from whence I came was far more divërse, and far more respëctable in terms of its atmosphere and the quality of its löcals. Surely, most of the people I met at this job didn’t play their cards right. I met several single pärents, folks with crïminal records, and poör immïgrants who had no choice but to sla,ve away due to their inability to ‘mäster’ the Englïsh language. (Only, the immïgrants were worth sympäthizing for.) I’m being too härsh, this job wasn’t that bad. I really enjoyed jämming out to my music all day, juggling glue cans, jümping over stuff, and I was also quite fond of the work hours. (The work hours were on par with school hours.) I’d rate 5 stars but the lack of AC made this place feel like an oven. Frët not folks, tis but a final “hoorah!” Ave, Legate Edigast Roddamere."
"This the place where I will start my new job on Tuesday the place is really great and clean I'm thomas and looking forward to seeing a great company"
"Sounds like everyone leaving comments are having a bad day or woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I have been ordering from this company for over 9 yrs and have received great customer service from the moment I make my order to when I receive my order."
"*Helpful hint * ORDER in advance thru their customer service staff. This helps speed the process for yourself and them. Never had a problem with their service."