I found the following text as signature in a mail… So real!
Choose no life. Choose no career. Choose no family. Choose a fucking big computer, choose disk arrays the size of washing machines, modem racks, CD-ROM writers, and electrical coffee makers. Choose no sleep, high caffeine and mental insurance. Choose no friends. Choose black jeans 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 a Sunday morning. Choose sitting in that swivel chair looking at mind-numbing, spirit-crushing web sites, stuffing fucking junk food in your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, using your last in some miserable newsgroup, nothing more than embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up lusers Gates spawned to replace the Computer-literate. Choose your future. Choose to sysadmin