Once a man developed a business model which exploited poor college students by forcing them to work between the hours of 1AM and 9AM being paid minimum wage while denying them proper body armor. Founders Neo (of Matrix fame) and Jules Winnfield (of Pulp Fiction fame) argue that employees ought to have ability to dodge bullets and are completely replacebale/ expendable.
“Cry to yo' moma bitch”
~ Circle K founder Jules Winnfield on Circle K employees
Established predominately in only the worst neighborhoods, Circle K insists upon late hours despite lack of sales, high frequency of robberies, and refusal to cook fresh hot dogs during early AM hours.
As foreshadowed in history section, all employees are eligable for firing from the moment they are hired. Grave shift employees present during robberies need to show up the following day to be fired in person during what should be their time off.
Limited to hot dog placing (only after 11AM) and refilling slushy machines. Coffee and donuts need never be replaced or reheated. Circle K does provide microwaves, but they probably don't work. Don't worry, no Circle K customers expect respect or working appliances anyway.
The second worst job in the world is firing squad test dummy. The worst job in the world is Circle K convenience store clerk. Anyone working at Cricle K is very likely to be shot within a week. Those lasting longer receive no reward and are up for review. Anyone working at Circle K for more than seven days without getting shot at must be an accomplice. Even if not, expect a terination and a swift pistol whip from management. You won't really know what he's saying, but it's definately in some arabic dialogue and probably has something to do with your God and your failures!
Secretly plots your demise by night. Openly plots your demise by day
Far too self righteous to ever give a shit about you or your feelings, this guy waits outside your house to run over your puppies while you're not looking. Usually about twice your age, but still only about 45, this man appears to be around 59 years old and often speaks of his success as a proper and professional manager of his local Circle K market store. He secretly suspects you of stealing money from the register even on your days off and uses security footage to spy on you from home. His hate for the employee, however, is both well known and apparent every day. The employee has no idea what he's saying, but it's definately loud, definately offensive, and most certainly in some dialague of Arabic. He has personally never filed any police reports outside the company and understands that his greatest threat is the employee.
Lazy, unaware, and incompetant- anyone visiting Circle K under their own free will most likely suffers from a mental disability, is a tweaker, or listens to ICP (see: suffers from a mental disability). Avoid Circle K customers at all costs. Of course, if you like paying 4x more for charcoal and don't mind being stabbed a few times, then by all means, shop away. On occasion, rational individuals will visit Circle K for last minute items they forgot at the grocery store where they do all their 'real' shopping. After dodging through the tweakers, retards, and juggalos, they often find themselves coughing over their wallet at the barrell end of a gun. Circle K customer service policy requires that employees adise customers to just drive back to the super market.
Please sir, just 5 more cents an hour, I wont eat much.
Most likely a college aged young man or woman either trying to pay for tuition or attempting to build credit to take out a loan, this underfunded, under experienced individual would do practically anything to obtain a satisfactory resume. Unfortunately, lack of experience and income leaves the employee with little choice but to buckle down and suffer the lashings of his managerial counter part. Although he hears of his failures from the boss everyday, the employee is in no way envious of his boss' "success" as a Circle K manager and in no way aspires to live paycheck to paycheck by the time he hits his mid forties to early fifties. As little more than a serf, the employee, lacking both body armour and some amount of self respect, shows up to work everyday as if it were his last - secretly (openly) wishing it were.