I hate microfilm. Passionately.
The way the stupid machine makes stupid noises. The way the quality of the film almost always is crappy. The way you have to trust that someone else has done their job properly and taken adequate pictures of the documents you need to examine for your research. The way the pictures you take of the screen turn out even worse than the pictures you take of actual documents, because, duh, it’s a picture of a screen showing a badly taken photograph. The way you still have to rotate the images afterwards, and the intense hate you felt the brief half an hour you spent in the microfilm room comes flushing back over you like a ricochet poopy diaper.
There, I said it.