I used to think it was a myth, the theory of inverse proportions, or something left for number crunchers in a small office surrounded by calculators, post-it notes, and slide rulers but today proved the theory to be true. 

For example:

• let’s just say that for some unknown reason to any person living and/or GOD, you awaken a full thirty minutes before the alarm clock normally jerks you out of a dream involving Batman, guacamole, and a tub of grape Jello. 
  You’d think that the extra time would afford you an relaxed morning but instead you find that not only are there no clean socks for either child, but that two class projects, one current event, and oh by the way one of the dogs is roaming the street taunting death at 5:30 am. 
• Three patients that are never on time for their torture therapy are not only early and ready to work until nursing finds you twenty minutes into treatment to inform you that not one but all three are supposed to be in quarantine for some Bubonic-like plague, after touching every piece of equipment in the room, your scrub top, pens, and paperwork.
• Four patient notes due, two reassessments required, one evaluation.  In one hour, please, thank you.
• In the span of sixty minutes set aside for strictly documentation, words from the next room “HELP ME” and “SHUT YOUR TRAP” are repeated in such a rhythm Eminem could make another million rapping to them.   
• Three open elliptical trainers as you enter the gym and after changing into standard tank top/matching pants of course all are taken.
• Two children have the capacity and knowledge to create fourteen loads of laundry in a matter of two days but cannot understand the concept of rinsing dishes, a trashcan’s purpose, or zippers.

Maybe it’s not inverse proportions as much as it is just KARMA giggling at me. 
And for those that are number people, no offense about the calculators and post-it notes. 
I chose a career where I rarely count higher than 10 so my hat is off to you.