Telling it like it is

So, the word is out. I hadn't realised until the_tiddler pointed it out to me, then strangely it seemed to come up everywhere - I had a conversation about it with someone in BTP on Friday morning while I was waiting for the rain to stop (for the curious, it didn't work - I got totally soaked).

Unfortunately, I don't agree with the way the Powers That Be have chosen to phrase the ad. Personally, I'd have gone with something a bit more like this:

Choose no life. Choose sysadmining. 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.

Way more realistic.