I walked into work to a strange smell, grabbed my apron, and a coworker says, "You hear that?" I hear sirens. "They're coming here." Next thing I know, this guy walks in followed by three more firemen.
My day job caught fire. The city is repaving the parking lot and the guys working on it was blow torching the asphalt by the building and caught it on fire.
Naturally, the boss is not happy. We don't know how much stuff has smoke damage. Any food we had to leave out is going to be trashed, as well as any paper products, like bags or cups. Her daughter works for the health department, so she's going to go through and let us know what needs to go.
The firefighters had to tear into the wall and floor to get to a spot in the basement. They broke out a chainsaw at one point. (I talked to the boss to make sure I could blog about this and we will be open for the weekend, so no mini vacay for me. Oh well, I basically got today off. *Edit, I was wrong. We have some major cleaning to do, so will be closed for the weekend.)
After two hours of watching, we got word that it would be a while, so there was no point in us sticking around. I suppose with the free afternoon, I could get some writing in.
Ain't no party like a Penny's Kitchen party!