I was off from work on Wednesday taking care of Boltonshire while KC attended some meetings in regards to D, so I don't have a post for today. But I'll opening it to a guest blogger, Stormtrooper Dad. I feel like I've known Stormtrooper Dad my whole life. We've each experienced similar life lessons. I think it's crazy how that happens in life, being we're separated by the far reaches of space and time. So without further yadda yadda yadda, Stormtrooper Dad.
Most of you may be familiar with my employer, The Galactic Empire. While we have many locations, our primary base of operations is known as the Death Star.
According to Wookiepedia "The DS-1 Orbital Battle Station,[5] known unofficially but more commonly as the Death Star is a massive Imperial battle station/super weapon with a diameter of 160 kilometers designed to enforce law and order throughout the Empire with the threat of planetary destruction."
I've been with the Galactic Empire for quite a while now, ever since the Old Republic was around. I've seen a lot of people come and go, but lately I'm praying to the Force that I can find a way out sooner or later.
I've bounced around in different positions and locations. Currently I holocommute from home. It's cool because I can see the little clones and my wife throughout the day. It can be stressful at times, especially when one of the little baby clones are screaming in one of the adjacent living quarters.
Fortified steel isn't as sound proof as one might think.
Over the past year, there's been lots of changes at the Death Star. Rule changes, policy and procedure changes, things that don't sit well with me since I've been away from the office. Every time I talk to someone there, I can feel the coldness and hardness of their hearts when trying to accomplish a mission.
I guess being away for as long as I have, I've actually developed a conscience and have not subsided to the continued clone programing. Everything appears to skew off Executive Order 66, and there are no more alliances with those who we originally helped. It's only for the survival of the Galactic Empire. It makes me sick to my stomach.
Whenever the Death Star destroys a planet, it destroys a part of my soul in the process.
I could look for another job, but all my experience is looking for droids and guarding outposts. I honestly want to get away from this employer and career field. It makes me sad to see how far the Empire has morally fallen.
Not that they were that high up in that regards anyways.
What about you? Does your proverbial Emperor cause you to have occupational depression as well?
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| My Employer |
Most of you may be familiar with my employer, The Galactic Empire. While we have many locations, our primary base of operations is known as the Death Star.
According to Wookiepedia "The DS-1 Orbital Battle Station,[5] known unofficially but more commonly as the Death Star is a massive Imperial battle station/super weapon with a diameter of 160 kilometers designed to enforce law and order throughout the Empire with the threat of planetary destruction."
I've been with the Galactic Empire for quite a while now, ever since the Old Republic was around. I've seen a lot of people come and go, but lately I'm praying to the Force that I can find a way out sooner or later.
I've bounced around in different positions and locations. Currently I holocommute from home. It's cool because I can see the little clones and my wife throughout the day. It can be stressful at times, especially when one of the little baby clones are screaming in one of the adjacent living quarters. Fortified steel isn't as sound proof as one might think.
Over the past year, there's been lots of changes at the Death Star. Rule changes, policy and procedure changes, things that don't sit well with me since I've been away from the office. Every time I talk to someone there, I can feel the coldness and hardness of their hearts when trying to accomplish a mission.
I guess being away for as long as I have, I've actually developed a conscience and have not subsided to the continued clone programing. Everything appears to skew off Executive Order 66, and there are no more alliances with those who we originally helped. It's only for the survival of the Galactic Empire. It makes me sick to my stomach.
Whenever the Death Star destroys a planet, it destroys a part of my soul in the process.
I could look for another job, but all my experience is looking for droids and guarding outposts. I honestly want to get away from this employer and career field. It makes me sad to see how far the Empire has morally fallen.
Not that they were that high up in that regards anyways.
What about you? Does your proverbial Emperor cause you to have occupational depression as well?
 | Stormtrooper Dad a.k.a EB1697 is a father of five little clones. He is happily married to KC517. They have been married six years and live in the Notlob Providence of the Cire Star System. If you would like to follow Stormtrooper Dad's blog click here. |
For a minute there, I was like, "Dude... really?"
ReplyDeleteThen I loled.