I worked at a place once where the dullness of the employees contrasted sharply (or correlated exactly, depending on your position) with the "I'm crazy, me" in-yer-faceness of their dumbass ringtones. One middle-manager would "hotdesk" from some suicide-inspiring regional branch two or three times a month and yeah, he'd leave his phone lying around on his desk of choice as he swanned in and out of meetings all day, voicemail off, "loud" profile on. His ringtone? A fucking 1940s air-raid siren. If it was my company I'd have not only fired him for being such an obvious dead-wood tosspot but I'd have kicked him down the 11th-floor stairwell to the underground car park myself. Nob end.
I worked at a place once where the dullness of the employees contrasted sharply (or correlated exactly, depending on your position) with the "I'm crazy, me" in-yer-faceness of their dumbass ringtones. One middle-manager would "hotdesk" from some suicide-inspiring regional branch two or three times a month and yeah, he'd leave his phone lying around on his desk of choice as he swanned in and out of meetings all day, voicemail off, "loud" profile on. His ringtone? A fucking 1940s air-raid siren. If it was my company I'd have not only fired him for being such an obvious dead-wood tosspot but I'd have kicked him down the 11th-floor stairwell to the underground car park myself. Nob end.