I'm Lord Vader. And I'm sad.

I am a 41 year old widower with 2 children. I have a soul sucking job working in upper management for the government. Because of my job (and specifically my boss) I don’t get to see my kids very much. I’m not sure which of those facts makes me angrier but I get angry ALOT. I searched my feelings and decided that perhaps writing this blog would help me to express my emotions more appropriately. It is far more difficult for me to choke the life out of this keyboard than the morons who work for me. (That made me smile… but no one can tell. That makes me sad).

I grew up fatherless (if you want to know how this feels, check out ‘Father of Mine” by Everclear). I lived with my single mother until I was 9 and went away to “school”. After being away for several years, I returned home just in time for my mother to die in my arms. So that sucked. I did get quite a few sympathy dates with the story though. Shortly after this event, my temper problems began to manifest themselves (I call them “Uh Ohs”). Yada, yada, yada, I had a few more “Uh Ohs”, I killed my own wife, my best friend cut off my legs and left me in a volcano, and then he took my children to “hide” them. I’m still dumbfounded by how bad he was at this. He hid one of them in my home town with my Aunt and Uncle. He also didn’t even bother to change the baby’s name. Luckily for him, I was much too busy with work to try and get to the bottom of his elaborate plot.

My boss is an absolute tyrant. Nothing is ever good enough for him. No one at work is ever happy to see me. They cringe when I walk in a room. I find myself taking my frustrations out on my subordinates more often than I care to admit. Although to be fair, they are ridiculously incompetent and most of them deserve it.

So my childhood sucked, my job sucks, I’m lonely, and could really use a hug… which I will never get because I’m more machine than man now. If you are looking for happy posts this isn’t the place for you. We don’t serve your kind here.