office rambles

Contrary to what my mathematically-challenged brain might think[*], making an orange, an apple, a kiwifruit, and three strawberries into fruit salad means it's a big-ass fruit salad, not something that's gonna fit in a yoghurt cup! (It's also not going to halt my craving for something creamy, fatty, or doughy, but I'll just have to live with that.)

( some funny )

Is there a name for the variant of Murphy's Law that dictates that no sooner have I finished work for one of the consultants in the office then that consultant is nowhere to be found? This is inevitably after they have hovered at my shoulder since handing me the work four days previously.

[*]This is why I have a computer.