Choose no life. Choose no career. choose no family. choose a facking big computer, choose disk arrays the size of washing machine, madem racks, CD-ROM writers, and electrical coffee makers. Choose no friends. Choose black jeens and matching combat boots. Choose chairs for your office in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose SMTP and wondering why the fuck you are logged on on Sunday morning. Choose sitting in the swivel chair looking at mind-numbing, split-crushing web sites, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of all,pishing your last in same miserable newsgroup, nothing more then en ambarrassment to the selfish, fucked up lusers Gates spawned to raplace the computer-literate.
Выбери свое будущее. Стань системным администратором!