Office Space

This woman is miserable. Look at her. I don't know who the hell she is, but she's downright tragic, the sad sap.

Why, you might ask?


Because she's working in a fucking CUBICLE. Cubicles are by far the WORST inventions of the 20th century. You have a guy named Robert Propst to thank for that, so if you happen to find his grave, feel free to piss on it for all I care.

This picture embodies the utter misery of cubicle life. Yeah, she's smiling, but it's undeniably an awkward smile. Let's face it, behind those pearly whites, she's gritting her teeth and saying:

I HATE this fucking cubicle, because I can't scratch my ass without somebody hearing me, and I can't just shut the door, because I don't HAVE one, and I have to whisper on the phone to my friend about my vaginal infection instead of whining out loud about it like I like to do.

And worst of all, I have people coming over all the time, and looking at what I'm doing on my laptop, or picking up the trinkety shit that I have all over my desk (like this weird bell that's on the front of my desk), and asking "What's This?" or "Got any fun plans for the weekend?" or "Did you see that episode of Lost last night?"

And now this guy wants to take my picture—and he's probably going to jerk-off to it later while watching Lost, and I think I'm going to have to jump up and scream like Joan Cusack did in Working Girl when she heard that Melanie Griffith got a job, except it's not going to be a happy-like scream, but more of a I'm-gonna-punch-somene-in-the-THROAT-like scream, cause I hate this damn cubicle so much!"