One night, I became so bored that I managed to visit the toilet, chat to the cabin staff and a couple of pax and yet when I got back to my seat the "little triangle" on the screen didn't seem to have moved even a fraction closer to the destination. It really looked as if we were suspended in mid-air.
I cheered myself up with the thought that it might be better to be "suspended" through boredom than travelling fast in total fear when something goes wrong.
Always remember the old saying that flying is 99% boredom and 1% sheer terror! Its our job to stay in the 99% bracket for as long as possible, so don't knock it too much.