So I’ve been at my fast food job for 4.5 years. I’ve gotten so I don’t care anymore…just go to work, do my job, go home. They know not to call me in on my days off. I warned them go ahead call me & I’ll laugh at you on the phone. I was a manager with my previous GM. I know 95% of the store. The only thing I refuse to do is bakery. I love my liquor store job & I’m not letting the extra work from bakery take that away. We find out today our employee meals are equivalent to a kids meal. Corporate insists its hemorrhaging money. Funny I’ve seen ads for my company on YouTube. Ads take money & if your hurting for money so bad you wouldn’t have ads on YouTube. Well I’ve been training new guy for a couple days. Today he asks for a smoke break. I’m chill & I say ok. I wish we had shot breaks for us alcoholics. He takes his smoke break & comes back. 10 minutes after he comes back someone from our neighbor business says you know your trash area is on fire. My GM & I jog outside & fire is an understatement. Half of it is an inferno. I’m entranced by the fire & think please let this burn this hell hole down. I unfortunately have to cal 911. While their putting it out I’m in full Beavis mode saying fire! Fire! Yeaaaahhh! My only wish is it had burnt my store down only. But now because of his accident I found my new favorite coworker. Our trash area is now completely destroyed. Maybe fate….destiny….god….whoever is understanding after all.