For the first time in 7 months, the engineer spent most of the day out-of-doors trying to build something with his hands. The sun was brighter than the engineer remembered, but there were no cubicle walls to protect him from the elements.
Around noon, a lunch truck pulled up to the work site across the street and honked. On the bed of the truck perched a ridiculously large tin kitchen that was leaking steam from a thousand fissures. Everyone seemed happy to see the truck. The engineer wistfully remembered when delicious food trucks used to visit him at work.
The engineer's jigsaw became briefly sentient and attempted to perform ocular surgery on the engineer. The engineer could not recall windbg ever being so unexpectedly malicious.
Fortunately, the day ended with minimal injuries.