Worst after hours call

This is either the worst, or best, depending on how you look at it. I got paid enough overtime to fund a two week holiday in the Caribbean, but it was a pita dealing with the issue. I worked for a manufacturing company at their main site in the South of England. We also had a large site in the North of England, which had no on-site IT, and only 4 computers on the whole site - 3 that ran the machinery, and 1 for the boss to do rotas etc. We could troubleshoot a lot of the issues the North Site encountered remotely. Once every six months we'd send someone there to service, patch and run a DR test. This call came on a bleak Friday in December, roughly 5 and a half months since the last service visit. I finished my Early shift at 2pm on the Friday, and went home to sleep. I would become on-call at 10pm, once the Late shift left the building. This was my choice, we'd been told we were all going to be made redundant in the next two years, so a lot of people left and were not replaced, I loved taking on-call as it was free money most of the time. A weekend of Friday 10pm until Monday 6am would net around £300 in standby payments, and if you got a call, that was a minimum of 4 hours overtime, which was paid at double time on weekends. So my Blackberry rings at ten past 10. It's the Northern factory - long story short, main production PC has shut down, and nothing we can do will get it to turn on again. I've escalated to my boss who has dialled in and tried as well. By 1am we all give up, and he books me on the Saturday morning flight to NCL. Bleary-eyed, I arrive and get into an Executive Limo (usually, the only people who visit are director-level, and we have an agreement with the local Limo company) and am delivered to the factory. It's immediately apparent what the problem is - the machine is in a hugely dusty environment, and the dust cabinet that the PC is in has been left ajar at the back. The PC itself is so full of dust you cannot make out any of the components on the motherboard, and the fans are all jammed solid. A good half an hour with a compressed air line sees everything freed off, but the main CPU fan is dead. Off I go to Maplins in said Exec Limo for a new one. Get back and fit it...hard drive is dead. Back to Maplins, new hard drive installed, restore from backup...the USB drive is missing. So, a fresh build from scratch, with all the machinery control software, all our input (recipe) data, drivers for the machinery, domain join over a p2p VPN, setting up the backup software again...I was there until 10pm that night. Back to the hotel, steak and a bottle of brown ale to the room...I was too tired to even finish it. Back to the factory the next morning to double check everything's working, and I might as well do the maintenance visit stuff while I'm here and waiting for the flight home. Get home at just after 8pm Sunday evening, having been paid double time for every hour since 10pm Friday, even while I was (briefly) asleep. On Christmas Eve I was presented with a very expensive bottle of whisky by the CEO for my troubles. In January I then drove all the way up on a Monday with a hot swappable PC and some other spares in the boot of my car. At 40p a mile in my diesel 306 I made around £200 profit while being paid to drive. In February I went to the Cayman Islands for two weeks, and it was all worth it.