A fucking workplace hell where you are trapped 9-5 in a cubicle crunching numbers or whatever with not animals, but shit ass workers that hate thier job as the attaction
a cubicle farm may be worse than school
if i say so myself
monotonous office environment characterized by white collar slaves wasting there lives in pseudo-offices with four foot walls while slowly morphing into zombies.
After 3 hours in the cubicle farm, i could feel my brain turning into a mushy mass of rotten pudding-like material.
Like a real farm, except where you normally have pigs and cows wandering in fenced-off pens, you have white-collar drones wandering (mentally) in walled-off cubicles. Every so often, the (farmer) boss comes by to harvest the fruits of the farm, whether they are eggs, milk or TPS reports.
On a clear day, the neat rows of cubicles at PathETech Inc. seemed to stretch for miles.
A vast expanse of contemporary office space outfitted with box-like, synthetic personal work environments comprised of approximately 3.3 sides and lacking doors and ceilings. These cubicles are easy and inexpensive to assemble and their lack of privacy promotes comraderie among a sea of anonymous co-workers. Notably, a cubicle farm is where middle managers are grown.
Once he started complaining about pain in his hands from typing, we transferred him to the most unbearable cubicle farm on campus with the hope that he'd quit before going on disability.
a mass expanse of modular office furniture (a.k.a. cubicle
In a spiteful mood, Fred went crop dusting
through the cubicle farm.