Of all the monstrous characters in the annals of literature and film, Frankenstein is quite arguably the strongest candidate for most akin to office worker. For you see, the scientist, Victor Frankenstein, in Mary Shelley’s classic tale, serves as a foil for the boss/master of any corporate organization. In the role, he or she collects “aspects” of personalities (and even functional body parts) to create one largely operational entity that will do his or her bidding.
Like Frankenstein, office workers ultimately take on a lumbering, doltish gait after being plucked and prodded to do what the mad scientist/boss wants. Sure, they can occasionally moan and grunt signs of life when the galvanism known as a paycheck is thrown their way, but don’t ask them to do much thinking beyond that. Further, in the eyes of the mad scientist/boss, the office worker is not allowed any identity of his or her own, not even given so much as the courtesy of a name, dubbed instead “it.”