I died

I died and I'm living in hell. This is hell. I was 30 minutes from clocking out today and for some reason I decide to help this old man in the bolt section. For context, we have to write down the code of each washer, bolt, and nut that people get on these baggies that hold all that stuff for them so that the cashier can charge them right. So I check up on this guy and he has like five different bolts, each with different size nuts and washers that don't even belong to the bolts he put them in. He had lock nuts on these different sized lag bolts, which literally doesn't work. Wort part is I couldn't even explain any of that to him because he spoke only mandarin. He also had all these bolts with their nuts and washers on them on the floor, and a bunch of different tiny screws too. Sheet metal screws, machine screws, drywall screws. It was literal hell because I had to figure out where each little nut bolt screw and washer came from and write down each of their codes on the baggies. He tried leaving to pay but I had to explain to him using my hands that I had to write down the codes so they can charge him at the register. And for some FUCKING REASON he decided to get even MORE SCREWS AND BOLTS AND NUTES AND WASHERS, LIKE THESE HUGE FUCKING GRADE 8 BOLTS FOR WHO THE FUCK KNOWS WHAT. It kept me busy, but it felt like literal punishment, the language barrier didn't help either. I pushed through though and gave him all his things with all the codes on all three of his baggies filled with who the fuck knows what anymore. He seemed like a wholesome guy though, and I wonder what he's gonna do when he realizes that most of the nuts he paired with his bolts are the wrong sizes and won't fit, especially he lag bolts. I tried to tell him so you can't blame me. It was all good tho cuz after work I went to my friend's house to eat pozole and chat it up and chillax. Might get a flum they're pretty good. Don't be born. bye