If Hamlet Were a System Administrator

To code, or not to code: that is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outragous management
Or to take a 2x4 against a sea of lusers,
And by opposing end them?  To bed: to sleep;
No more, and by a sleep to say we end
The day and the thousand trouble tickets
That lusers are heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd.  To bed, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to rest: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of rest what dreams may come
When we have shut off the beeping pager,
Must give us pause: there's the server
That makes calamity of so long work;
For who would bear the load average and uptime,
The BOFH's right, the proud lusers life,
The pangs of a lost deathmatch, the web's delay.