Death to Snooty Librarian Wanna-be's on a Power Trip

Yeah, it's been awhile, but what's new about that. Much has happened (of course) in the last month plus. I was accepted to grad school and am now much poorer than I have ever been. I moved into an apartment all by myself, which makes me even poorer than before and I am constantly stressed out by my daily life. People give me shit for no reason. For example:

I have a class where the librarian came to explain how the databases worked and where we could pull info from for our research papers. She then tells us that we can go to other universities and check out materials with what is called a TEXSHARE card. Now, I didn't remember the name of the card, but I went to the reference desk to get one just in case I may need it at some point or time. I tell her the use of the card and the librarian wanna-be bimbo pulls a fucking attitude with me. That bitch! She sends me off to another desk and I explain the same situation to someone and she knows exactly what I am talking about. But I have to go back to the initial place I started at. Damn, just my luck. So I go back, tell them I want to get a TEXSHARE card. That bitch started going on again about how I couldn't use it at Rice (big university here). Well, that's what the librarian from my class said, how am I to know any different, let go you HOOKER! So, she said that I have to get a card. I'm trying to understand. I ask her how to get a card. She says I have to apply for it. I ask how do I do that? She said she needs to see my ID. So I give her my ID and she pulls my account up in the system. Then she starts asking my address, then my phone number to verify that it was me. So I figure if that's how she wants to play it, I told her not in so many words what a bitch she was and that she stupid. I pick up my card in five minutes. Fuck that bitch!

But, I'm not bitter or anything.