Cubicle Life

Funny songs about life down on the cube-farm.

Time to cycle the power...cut your
losses...and reboot.

Sometimes I feel like an email machine
Churnin' out messages in an endless stream
Load 'em in, read 'em, knock out a reply
'Til the day that you go to that cubicle in the sky.

Programs fail to execute
Cause spontaneous reboot.
System frozen, wish I'd chosen
Linux as my OS.

Lingua franca of the Nerds.
It's far superior to words, IMHO.

When your useful days are at an end and your chips are obsolete. Your hard disk is a’thrashin’, and your memory’s replete. You’re very easy to replace, they will not hesitate. There’s nothin’ that they hate like a slow Server.

I don't need no filenames of more than
eight-dot-three. That's how god, and IBM, intended them to be.

The VCs really liked our business plan.
One small thing did they fail to spot...
No fewer than 25 identical companies
Have the same business model that we've got.

Please come to my e-commerce site and add stuff to your cart ... Our company's in trouble though our site's state of the art.

...and on that form there were some blanks.

Drifting in and out of consciousness. Disembodied voices
droning on and on and on and on...

Hush little baby, don't you fret, papa can't use a computer yet...