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I looked at myself in the mirror, I thought. My suit was starting to stick to my skin. Mostly because of the hot chicken air on the line, and also the fact that I hadn’t taken it off in some six weeks…. They rebranded. Chicken Fillet E factory number sixteen was now Chicken Depot Supreme or C.D.S. and Ken came in beaming the day they got new uniforms delivered. “I’m not taking off this suit,” I told him. “Can’t really get into the specifics of the thing, but please understand it’s a non-negotiable position on my end.” Well, he wasn’t having any of it. Apparently his niece was involved in some way with the rebrand and aided in the design of the new logo which was an interlocking “C” and backwards “S” crisscrossing through a “D”–the “D” was a garish yellow and the “C-S” a sky blue. I, having some experience on the subject, felt it was an incredibly bad job if not completely botched. I thought, we’ll be lucky to sell a single cutlet, folks thinking this is some shitty amateur sports team with that mark and not a Class E restaurante. In my thoughts, my voice had a strange, maybe Mexican accent. What the hell was I to do about all that, though. But I wasn’t kidding about the suit. Non-negotiable. Ken made a remark about my mustache only I hadn’t grown one. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/myspace/support