Of course he does...why do you think he is in such a bad mood. A typical day for him is breaking up watercooler stories by the StormTroopers, walking down the hall to ask, for the 100th time, if the DeathStar still has that STUPID engineering flaw that allows it to be destroyed by a single phaser shot...then finding out that, yes, it does and no one seems to know who can approve the budget to fix it. He then marches to his office, which is in the corner overlooking the vast outer-reaches of space, pours himself a cup of 6 hour old coffee (yes, it is called Starbucks there too) and tries to remember his voice mail password. After about 10 minutes of trying every combination of numbers he can think of, he gives up and chokes his assistance to death...which is nice because he counts that as 5 minutes of cardio for the day. After that, he will log onto the Internet to check traffic for his commute home...nothing worse than an accident or a bunch of Jedi hovering around your preferred route. He also can't seem to shake the nagging question he's had for years: in the vacuum of space, where there is no resistance offered by any kind of atmosphere, why do our spaceships have wings? Oh well, another day another EmpireBuck.