Originally from 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 sysadmining[1].
Gaz
[1] It might fuck you up a little less than heroin[2].
[2] ObFootnote.
(Can someone get the original usenet post up? I couldn't keep the formatting)