The Librarians

I wrote this a few months ago - it's from my old blog that I deleted almost as soon as I'd begun it, and I figured I'd repost this entry.


What is it with people? How hard is it to do the one thing you're getting paid for?

I mean, seriously. Can I not get a book out of my college library without having to wait for 15 minutes for the incompetent lady at the counter to figure out how to read the bar code on my card? Can't she and the other doofus in there(librarians, I think they call themselves) figure out how to work a computer?

For the love of god, ladies, if you HAVE to type with ONE FINGER, can't you at least learn to do it faster?
You'd think they'd get it in about a week, what with all the students who've been taking out books, but no, I walk in and they manage to take even longer this time.

And then they have the gall to tell me to be careful with the book because it's a new one. Let me be clearer. What Incompetent Lady said was, "Look, it's a new book; don't tear out any pages!"

Bitch, if I wanted to tear out pages I'd stand in the stacks and rip 11 books a minute. Not wait for twenty just to take one out and rip it apart in the privacy of my room.
Bite me, why don’t you? BITE ME.