Reaching for the sky

No Ted today, which is always a good thing. I don't even care especially whether he'd legitimately sick or simply malingering because he's being worn out by having to work three or four hours a day.

Then The Invertebrate arrived this morning and checked his voicemail when he noticed Ted was missing. Wearing a look of surprised disbelief (otherwise known as the "wtf?" expression),  he repeats Ted's message:

"I woke up this morning with sore eyes, so I won't be coming in today. If you don't mind."

I'm not sure if dissolving into laughter was the correct response, but it seemed the only suitable one.

Own worst enemies

Looking at some of the operational documents the Stress Fiend has been creating ... she doesn't so much  make a rod to beat herself with, as express courier a personal invitation and baseball bat to every sadist within a hundred mile radius.