Christopher DeMars
Adminspotting

Choose no life. Choose sysadminning. Choose no career. Choose no family.
Choose a fucking big computer, choose hard disks the size of washing
machines, old cars, CD ROM writers and electrical coffee makers. Choose no
sleep, high caffeine and mental insurance. Choose fixed interest car loans.
Choose a rented shoebox. Choose no friends. Choose black jeans and matching
combat boots. Choose a swivel chair for your office in a range of fucking
fabrics. Choose NNTP and wondering why the fuck you"re logged on on a
Sunday morning. Choose sitting in that chair looking at mind-numbing,
spirit-crushing web sites, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last
on some miserable newsgroup, nothing more than an embarrassment to the
selfish, fucked up lusers Gates spawned to replace the computer-literate.
Choose your future. Choose sysadminning.
It might fuck you up a little less than heroin.

М-да, вот так вот впору поразмыслить юноше при выборе профессии. На самом деле я не жалею, что ее избрал. Просто в момент публикации ничего не работало, и настроение было абсолютно в гавно.