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Please kill me. No, wait. Better yet, kill them

Where do they find the people who work in Kinko's?

SERIOUSLY.

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I personally assumed they bred them in the back area vs. hired them...you know, sort of "copied" them to match all the other employees.

They get them from the inexhaustible crop that is left over from the dipshits that are bred to work at the DM fucking V.

What is Kinko's?

Kinko's is a place where you can get photocopies and office supplies and printouts of digital projects and such. It just has a stupid name.

I've had a friend that worked at Kinko's, and I swear to god he was the only capable one there. Everyone else assumes I'm a huge idiot that doesn't know what she wants, even though I know exactly what I need. It's very odd.

Brings to mind the Dave Chappelle skit that talks about this very thing. I don't remember the fake name they used for the company, but it's seriously the only Dave Chappelle skit that I really enjoy.

They get their employees from that vast pool of highly qualified, intelligent people willing to work for minimum wage. Does "You get what you pay for" ring a bell?

In defense of the indefensible, Kinko's employees (and employees in any service business) spend a lot of time dealing with the public. I therefore give them a lot of space when it comes to assuming that the person across the counter is an idiot. If you've ever been there when some dipshit is at the counter haranguing the poor kid because the dipshit turned a birthday cake upside down on the photocopier and doesn't understand why the message in the icing didn't come out clear and why the machine doesn't seem to be working properly, you'll appreciate that we smart folk make up maybe 2% of who they deal with. So yeah, I'd go for "probably an idiot" as my default opinion of the person who walks in.

That said, once you show them you're not, you really wish they could make the transition into "not dealing with a chimp". But sadly, they usually can't.

Yes - dealing with the public is a nightmare, but that aside, those people don't know what they're doing. Since it happens almost every time I'm there, I must assume that they aren't trained properly.

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