To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

• Shakespeare's Hamlet

Woof woof, this is not a happy play. Ted tells me that Hamlet considers suicide as he suffers moral and mental anguish over the knowledge that his uncle killed his father and married his mother.

And what has this to do with the price of fish in a seaside town; well, according to Ted, Hamlet's anguish is as naught when compared to the dilemma faced by sane people who happen to work for The Evil Empire.
Being as there are only 24 hours in every day and the Evil Empire is only prepared to pay for 8 of those how can anyone keep all the balls in the air? Even Senga says it's not possible and one of those balls is going to hit you on the head some day; just do your best to keep the others in the air.

Personally I thought balls were for chasing across parks and bringing back to your owner so they could throw them again but then I'm a dog and I live a simple life. Life you may recall is the operative word.
Even I, a mere dog, have a life!