Duke and Duke is merging with some other French version of Duke and Duke. I keep hoping we'll be called Fecal Brokerage. Why? Because this place is a complete shit show. This merger really means nothing to me. I will still be worked like a dog and I will still be without a fucking tape dispenser. My Kim Jong-Il collage is getting wrinkled.
With this merger comes new digs. We are moving from the east side to
the west side. It's a long flush from the east side to the west side. You would think the thing that most concerns us about the merger is the possibility of losing our jobs-trust me I could care less. I'm ready to leave. Give me the package. I will gladly return to the Windy City and pick up where I left off. The thing that scares Jimbo, LIBBY, and me is where the fuck are we gonna order lunch from? Lunch is key to our day. The discussion starts around 11 and we order by noon. We have a nice collection of menus and it's easy. This move is going to fuck everything up. Jimbo was so upset he pulled up menu pages to see what was out there. The answer: nothing that even remotely looked good. There isn't even any decent Chinese. Jimbo is right-WE ARE GONNA FUCKING STARVE. At this point I would order from "The Belching Dragon". This merger is going to absolutely suck.