copied this... but oh it fits #artist trapped in a box

 Most likely you'll be sitting somewhere in the middle of a large room, often with no window or a darkened windows so no light comes through. The overhead florescent lighting is harsh and gives you a headache, the floor is off-white linoleum and reflects all the sound, and the damn cubicles are a sterile disgusting color that makes you want to tear your eyes out. Other than your computer monitor, you spend your day staring at the fake walls around you with no individualization between the other 50-100 people. Going to the bathroom means walking down long hallways of cubicles where you can't see anyone, turn the corner and it's more long hallways of people pretending like other people don't exist. Same for getting water or a snack. The first couple of weeks you get lost just trying to get back to your own cube.

Your "desk" is a giant piece of plastic and particle board that's been stapled onto the wall. It doesn't move up or down. If it isn't the right height you're propping your computer up with reams of copy paper stolen from the copy room. There's ugly gaps in between the sections where food crumbs fall and collect. Your chair is likely a nasty piece of work that never fits you right. Although it does go up and down the armrests are at set intervals so they always hit your desk or are completely useless. If you managed to convince HR that you need a keyboard tray (after going through multiple ergonomics training sessions and filling out a bunch of paperwork), you can rejoice that maybe that will save your arthritic wrists (but probably not your soul).