From the files of “you can’t make this s**t up” #9

I have a wonderful colleague who thought that she’d gone into (a bit early) labor around noon with her first baby. We had a conference call about the disastrous, hopelessly behind, never-ending, constantly stressful project we are assigned to at 1:30. Her boss, an Indian woman with the social skills of a rabid raccoon, starts call with “Well, at least she AHEAD with something she’s doing…” And yeah…deafening silence ensued.  I work with the classiest people.  I really do.