I hate

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.

just drop it in a cup of coffee.