He's got to at least *pretend* to work with these people. You must convince him.

• The Sound of Music

The hills may be alive with the sound of music but Ted lives at the beach and sees no hills and hears no music. Instead he is bombarded with the constantly escalating nonsense of the Evil Empire and struggles to remain sane in the face of its' foolishness.
Today everybody got more than the required number of sales and the "motivational" board displaying the days' results ran off the page. Management is oh so pleased. Unfortunately that just means that they will expect every day to bring the same level of success. Even I, a mere dog, understand that if you eat all your dog food on Friday night there won't be any in the bowl on Saturday morning!
Of more pressing importance today to the Ted clan is the sad condition of Little Ted. He fell asleep at school and couldn't be woken up so they called Mrs Ted to take him off their hands. He was running a fever and we suspect he has at last succumbed to the same bug his sister had last week. He was given anti biotic followed by the nebulizer and went to sleep in his mommy's bed. The fever has subsided and we think we've caught it in time.