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Monday, November 21, 2011
So I go to the info desk where I am met by the world's most assumptive and pretentious bitch. She gave me this withering, passive aggressive shit-eating grin and told me that, yes, while I can do a one time print without one, I "needed" a library card. I said "No. I don't." she looked at me as if I was a retarded child with two heads and said "everyone needs a library card". Once again, I reiterated my position. "No. I don't. I do everything online." Which is true. I use an online library to borrow books. Books that I read many times, I purchase or download. My vocabulary contains words like "kindle", "torrent" and, on a bad day "Amazon". She then tries to tell me that even regular use of "the internet" required a library card. With this stupid, pretentious smile of someone who THINKS they've got a handle on what's going on.
I could have explained to this idiot the difference between regularly using the internet at the library, circa 1993 as opposed to using it at home, circa 2011. I was tempted to... considering the stupid, pretentious and self-righteous attitude she was puking at me. But instead I just said "Look woman, I don't want a library card. Back off." 1/2 an hour later, I wound up with one anyway. Printing a 4 page lease for my tenant wound up taking me the better part of an hour.
Frankly, it was none of her fucking business why I DID NOT WANT that card. Perhaps I was only in the province for the next month at which point I would be moving away and thinking about putting down any more roots here when I would just have to sever them later made me severely depressed. Perhaps I am terminally ill and am starting to shut down my connections instead of building them up. Perhaps I am an international spy and don't FEEL like having an abundance of identification, or presenting my identification to just anybody. And by the way, one of those three things happens to be true. There are a number of very personal reasons why someone may not want to get yet ANOTHER piece of plastic to add to their psychotic collection of identification.
Regardless, it was none of her business WHY I didn't want one. This idiotic bitch not only tried to make it her business, she acted mortally offended that I had any such business to begin with. I'll say this. Next time my printer is down and I have shit to print, I'm high-tailing my ass to a print shop where I will inevitably pay overinflated print costs. But it will be worth it to deal with staff who mind their own fucking business. —I Read More Than You Do, Twat