And here's one for those of you out there who work in call centres....
No more looking at the clock watching the seconds seem like minutes, the minutes seem like hours, the hours seem like days...
No more having to ask your supervisor if it's ok to take a "comfort break"
No more repeating the same salutation to every caller over and over and over like a mantra until you start getting lazy and don't pronounce it properly and it eventually turns into a neolithic grunt and your caller has a brief moment of wondering if actually they've called the right number so they start the conversation with "oh... um... is that..." and you find yourself unable to view the rest of humanity with anything other than complete disdain.
No more arsehole customers demanding to speak to a manager because you obviously don't have the ability to solve their problem.
No more 'your calls may be monitored for "training purposes".'
No more having to wait until EXACTLY 10:40 before you can get a cup of disgusting coffee and go downstairs and huddle round the fire secape at the back of the building (after you've had to avoid the disapproving frown of the security guard because you forgot your security pass this morning so he's going to have to swipe you back in when you've finished your smoke) to stand amongst a pile of damp cigarette butts and have an awkward conversation with someone who works in the accounts department and is looking down their nose at you because they have a "proper" job.
No more middle aged second-income housewives with an 'O' level in needlework walking around the office like some sort of Gestapo officer, lording it over you because they eventually got promoted to team leader after working there for 5 years (and apparently she's never taken a day off sick, you know).
No more of those horrible moments when you've sat chatting for 10 minutes wondering why it's so quiet only to discover that your phone's been on "not ready" for the last quarter of an hour and it's going to ruin your stats for the week (which will be pinned up on the noticeboard next to the coffee machine for everyone to see) and give your supervisor even more ammunition to make your life hell because you aren't all tall, handsome, athletic and well spoken like Steve, who only works 2 evenings a week and is doing a degree in Sports Science and wants to become a physiotherapist for Manchester United and "ooooh isn't he a lovely, LOVELY lad - always got time for you, that one has, can't do enough for you".
No more having to spend 38 minutes of your alloted 46 minute lunch break getting to and from the local sandwich van because the office is at the wrong end of the business park and then you have to spend all afternoon freezing because it was raining outside and you're soaking wet and you're sitting underneath the air conditioning vent and your team leader won't let you turn the thermostat up because her seat isn't anywhere near the air conditioning and she gets a bit warm because she's going through the change.
No more of those moments of rage as the team leader's shrill voice informs the entire office that there are 5 calls waiting when she could just pick up the bastard phone and answer one of them herself instead of attending to her french manicure, the malevalent old bitch
Oh yes, I've been there.