You know it's going to be such a glorious day of rapture!!! The execs will greet us all with raging woodies, salivating over the upcoming jumps in productivity. They will be so so happy that they will want to see us an extra day in 2024. Ok, dream sequence over.
Here's what will really happen: the returning borg will shuffle in with stopped shoulders, and attempt to find a desk with the needed parts. After an hour or so, they are all settled in, looking all beat down already. The bathrooms will be packed most of the day and the stalls will be filled with sounds of agony, along with some game play. Lunch will be a rush job of limp fries and some sort of soggy meat sandwich. Most of the day is spent in Zoom meetings with people in other places. The afternoon slog then kicks where almost everyone will have a reminder to bail at 4:59. They will then have an insufferable commute home, where they will be greeted by total indifference. Even the pets will slink away while growling. Then the next comes, where you get to relive all the RTO glory from the previous day.
The end.