We bitch about users, we bitch about vendors, we bitch about directors and managers. I always figured that the personal development of a systems admin...istrator is very similar to that of a schoolteacher: both start out full of idealism and good ideas, and both are driven from the job or transformed into vicious cynics by the end of their first year. We hang on mainly because of the fat paychecks that keep coming in. None of us are wealthy by any stretch of the definition, but our hourly rates. There isn’t even a full description of the main character, it’s all to come in the following chapters. I’d appreciate any comments on the story, good or bad, as they’ll spur me on to write more and either improve or keep it up! Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy and want to read more… *** Chapter 1 – Story Introduction *** Jack wondered through the town’s ‘scare fair’ alone. He’d lost his friends when they all entered the haunted house together. Walking through the main door, they all. The threat had been enough however the crap each took this morning had been an epic of both sound and sight.Dog food must metabolize differently or something. Tonight I planned on adding peanut butter to help it bind together better – and hopefully make their shits a little more solid. A five pound can at Spermmart was only a buck – even though I couldn’t read the Chinese characters on the label. The guy at the counter said it was peanut butter anyway. I hoped he was right however the girls. ..one arse gaped, one pussy gawped.Hamish and Jonesy had been working the one on one out by the garage; upping the physical aggression stakes...till the inevitable big boy’s body collision and the blonde point guard went down and bounced straight back up with a grazed elbow.“Oh shit...let’s call it quits...get a drink...and I’ll need some plaster for this...and get the girls started” said Hamish....“Fuck” said Cameron at the french doors....Hamish however was stunned silence...he liked the.