A friend of mine needed some photos copied, printed or whatever. So, we took a trip to Kinky Copies and used their computers to make it happen. We are at the service counter-and it’s not that busy- and Marvin-not his name-but given the neanderthal that he is, I figured we’d keep his moniker under wraps. Believe me, I do not want to be this nice. He really was a freaking idiot. But, like mother always said, “if you have nothing nice to say…” Blah. Blah. Blah.
Pushing forward… On his name tag, I notice it says he’s part of management. Ok, cool, this should be easy. Nope. First of all, he can’t find the several files that were emailed to him. Pop Quiz Marvin! Can you find them? You’ve got two minutes… Annnnd… GO. Apparently he isn’t good at pop quizzes. Once he does locate them a full twenty minutes later, he proceeds to tell us that his black and white ink is out and can only do color copies. I feel like this da-duhduh is lying to… “up” …his sales quota or something; hope that fifteen cent commission is worth it Marvin. Irregardless, we apprehensively accept it anyway. Well, more so, because we were in a position where we had to accept this load of crap. Well, fine… Marvin. Are you going to give us the black and white printing price? No? Oh… He doesn’t know how to work the override functions on the computer. I’m sorry, what? Are you kidding me? Am I being “Punked?” What kind of moron gets promoted to assistant manager and cannot do override functions? What is the title in question for if you can’t operate anything with your fancy purple and white plastic key card. Marvin. Or doesn’t have answers for your questions pertaining to the business of… making copies? Marvin. Control, Alt, P… seems pretty elementary. Marvin. Why do you have a title? Marvin.
