Why and how incompetance can fuck you up.

Ah yes. The abhorration which is my local library.
Now, I had reservations in- 'Death Note' volumes 4, 5 and 6. Now, I had a book which was reservaed, so I needed to give that back, ON TOP OF an overdue fine of 40p. Now, the things is, I wasn't emailed this, neither was the online system EVEN WORKING on Thursday, so I had no clue.
So, in the sweltering heat, I had to walk home and give it back. Now, I couldn't pay 40 pence on card 'because it costs them more than the fine itself' (Like I give a damn). So I had to go to a cash machine in order to get money out, but the smallest amount you can get out is £10. What a pain. It turns out that I can't pay the fine UNTIL I give the book back. Did I add about the fact that I had booked a computer because the internet is NOT working on the home computer. It has a twenty minute grace of waiting, but that expired, because it TOK 15 MINUTES TO GET HOME AND COME BACK WITH THE BOOK!
Ah, but I did not cuss (too much) and went home. The shoes that I am wearing- sandels, I have not worn in a while, and have now given me the heavenliest blisters that I have had. BLiss! So I only got 30 minutes computer time if I wanted it immediately, of which I only have 19 minutes now, out of the 90 minutes I COULD HAVE GOTTEN if this library was competant, but far alas, WISHFUL THINKING! *grunts*

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