::Asks Sarah what the LC Classification Number is for books on "Tact"::

[captainsblog]

Artvoice just posted a copy of a handout passed out at a staff development day for county library employees, who have once again been put on the chopping block so our county executive can keep his Spaulding Lake property taxes ridiculously low:



Yeeps. That's almost as sensitive as the old joke about how the Army used to pass along condolences to the troops:

Ten-hut! All enlisted men wanting to phone home to wish their mom a happy Mothers Day, please step forward. NOT SO FAST, PRIVATE SCHAWARTZ!

(Unrelated rant: Anyone else having trouble uploading pictures to LJ? Eleanor's new userpic took some major work to send through, and Semagic hasn't been able to send direct uploads of file-based photos for a couple of days now.)

Comments

[digitalemur.livejournal.com]

HF5718, I guess. But of course I didn't get that from public worldcat.org, because it doesn't show the REALLY GOOD STUFF in the records like the subscription version does. *shrug*

That call number is for workplace, managerial tact. If you want family tact, that's somewhere in B with the Psych stuff.

[bktheirregular]

Ergh. "Yes, duh" to number 1, and what if you write in "in person" for 2? When the budget re-allocations for George and Dick's Excellent Adventure got me laid off from the police academy, my boss had the decency to tell me to my face with a week's warning.

Some things, it's just cowardice to put the delivery of the news at a remove.

Still, it could be like the government workers in overstaffed offices here, who want: a) more permanent positions added, b) pay raises, and c) no new taxes. Or they'll march through the streets and smash every window in their paths and maybe burn down another bank with pregnant tellers in it.

[firynze.livejournal.com]

...good god. That's...that's...wow.

[floundah.livejournal.com]

There are no words for this at all.

[bill_sheehan.livejournal.com]

I can see myself slashing the following in red block letters diagonally across the page: HOW ABOUT YOU GROW A PAIR AND HAVE THE COMMON COURTESY TO TELL ME YOURSELF?

Where do we keep finding these little tin gods?