My latest experience with Kinko’s went as follows:
I enter the store, I am the only customer there and there are two employees behind the counter staring closely at their computer screens. One is a manager exchanging instant messages with someone. The other is the subordinate. I see them each glance at me while I arrive at the counter and wait to be acknowledged. They both go back to doing whatever they’re doing.
I’m standing there about 10 more seconds and the subordinate finally gets up and lets out an exhausted sigh. At this point I go deep inside my mind searching for the answer to the question “why do I keep coming back here?” And I’m reminded that the answer is obvious, “because I don’t own a decent printer”.
So when the subordinate meets me at the desk, he doesn’t begin the conversation. I’ve dealt with him before so I didn’t expect anything more. He’s a tall, goofy, slow young man. So I take the initiative because I don’t wanna stand there all day.
I place my CD on the counter and tell him very clearly, “I have 6 full color TIFF files on this disc and I’d like to have them each printed on standard stock 8.5 x 11in paper.” Boom, I told him all he needs to know. He should have absolutely no questions. He takes the CD from me and pops it in his computer. He proceeds to stare at his screen for a very long time.
Now usually with Kinko’s, I drop my stuff off and get a phonecall to come and pick it up. First they check out your stuff before they tell you what they’re going to do, and so I figured that’s what he was doing here. I had to figure this because he doesn’t communicate the information I’d like to know. So I stick around and after about 3 minutes of him staring at my files he says, “you have 6 files on here.”
I reply, “Yeah, I know.”
“You want me to print them all?”
But by “yes” i actually mean “YES YOU FREAKING RETARD! THAT’S WHAT I TOLD YOU WHEN I FIRST CAME IN HERE!”
I hate Kinko’s.