I worked night shift in a cubicle environment that had a clone for every and I mean every character in the film...disheveled Milton, porn seeking Asian guy almost same name, eternal pessimist Tom, foo manchu mustache Lawrence, smarmy Lundbergh and profane rap loving nerd (me) in the opposite gender. Dragging the printer cables like entrails of a slaughtered deer. Soundtrack superb, especially during the floppy disk hand off. Office Space and Blazing Saddles, always room for one more watch.
That whole Office Space scenario struck home for me.
I worked for MCI for 31 years and of course that included the long and drawn out Y2K hysteria. I was in the Southeast Long Distance Junction/Terminal. For months we methodically swapped out chips on shelves in the digital switches and other processors while the control centers and vendor support worked on the software. We were all on-site and in alert mode for the great Y2K millennial changing. And almost nothing happened at all ever for our customers. I normally worked the midnight shift and always worked the holidays just the same as any other day so that part was not much of a burden for me but that cubicle was that night not working on anything else, just waiting for something to happen.