  Work dragged in today, boring as hell, with cretins aplenty calling in. With about an hour and a half to go, though, things picked up. The Doncaster call centre picked up a fault, and that meant manual login to clear the backlog of calls trying to get through. Or at least, it would have meant that, but our manager was off, and so it was basically a license to skive for the rest of the shift. I took 3 calls in 90 minutes, with times of 7 minutes, 18 seconds, and 3 seconds. I'm now off for two and a half weeks. It's great. Credit card still hasn't arrived though. 
