But this is kinda my mom...and my sister. Fortunately they text instead of call but it’s like they don’t know I have an actual job. They text random crap while I’m on rounds in ICU. And my text sound is a minion laugh, so...
Some time ago I had an internship supervisor who was a real piece of work. I always called him Mr. Mean in my head. He mainly communicated by grunting & yelling. I was there for 6 months & never saw him smile once. Koko the gorilla would have been more effective as a mentor.
One day, he came in, ignored our presence as usual, told off the mail courier, accidentally hung up on a major donor, and yelled at two underlings who were slightly more important than us peons - if only because he addressed them by name, whereas I am 98.7% sure he never bothered to learn ours. All in all, it was a great morning for Mr. Mean.
Until he got a phone call. And his phone joyously sang out:
"Tadpole calling! Tadpole calling! There's a tadpole, here on the line!"
(Except, it wasn't "tadpole." It was an expletive that starts with an A & sounds like "tadpole.")
It went on, and on, and on, as Mr. Mean fumbled with his phone. The caller even redialed & we got through two additional refrains before he finally figured out how to put it on silent.
I thought I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen because I did not dare take a breath for fear that I would explode in hysterics.
Apparently his son had done it as a joke & "forgot" to tell him. I felt terrible for the kid, because you know Mr. Mean could not possibly have been a kind & understanding father and he was probably grounded for 12 years. But man, it was funny!
So... the next time your workplace is treated to a laughing Minion... it could be worse.