My library card: a rant

I guess we all have our crosses to bear in life, but mine seems to be this: freaky technical/administrative glitches that turn something that works *effortlessly* for other people into an anxiety nightmare for me. Example: my birthdate, which is listed correctly on both my birth certificate and marriage license, but was entered incorrectly by someone at the social security office when I got married and changed my name—a problem caused on *their* end—which they refuse to fix unless I take those documents (the same ones they were sent when I applied for a new card) in person to the social security office somewhere in Springfield.

The most recent example of this is my newly acquired library card. Yes, I’m embarrassed to say, I *just* got a library card here in town, though I’ve lived here since late 2000. I applied for my card one evening a month or so ago without a hitch, but when I tried later to create a login for the library system’s online reservation service, it did not recognize my card number. I tried again over the course of several days, both from my home computer and from work. Eventually, I dragged myself back in to the library to see what was up, and weirdly, the card registered just fine on the library’s own computers. Elated to have fixed the problem, I gleefully logged in later that night from home, only to encounter the same problem as before.

Since then, I’ve e-mailed the library for help. A very nice woman deleted my PIN number, certain that the problem was an incorrectly entered PIN, but of course that *isn’t* the problem (the system does not recognize my number, PIN or no PIN) so that didn’t help at all. My husband is able to log in with his card from home without a problem. Our friend who visits the house is able to log on. It’s not our ISP, it’s not my browser, it’s not anything I can possibly control from here. Now I’m waiting for some other response from the library, but by now the situation has cranked my social anxiety level up to about 100 (out of 10) and I’m feeling so frustrated, I wonder if I’ll ever be able to force myself to use the library again. My heart cries out, “WHY? Why does this always happen to ME?” with a level of frustration wholly inappropriate to the situation, yet I find myself honestly close to tears.

I’m hoping that by letting this rant out into cyberspace, I might somehow be freed of this intense frustration that is truly ruining my day. I hope?

ETA: IT’S FIXED, IT’S FIXED! THE LIBRARY CAME THROUGH! OH HAPPINESS AND JOY!