STORY TIME!

Once upon a time, I worked an offshore rotation. So while I was home, I didn't have much better to do than to hang out with my friend and his coworkers. They all worked for the local branch of a huge international corporation that shall remain anonymous, so I will only refer to the corporation by their initials: IBM.

This local branch dealt with banking systems, handling large clients in Europe, ensuring that their systems ran the way they should. And to make sure said banks could have their stuff sorted when a problem arose, there was always someone on call.

Well, it sucks being the guy on call when the one who's the perfect guy to fix it is off, and in the spirit of solidarity, they did the only thing reasonable: Went to a local pub, and placed the on-call phone on the table, so if it rang, the expertise to get it sorted quickly was present.

I usually joined them, and more than once did I go for a piss, passing someone with their phone on their shoulder with a laptop in a bathroom sink, trying to sort out banking issues after having had waaay too many drinks.