Well, I know exactly where it is. The seat back of an airline seat. Argh. I can’t believe I left it there. And I knew I would forget it. But of course, that didn’t motivate me to retrieve it and PUT IT IN MY BAG. Argh.
I’m ‘ARGH-ing’ because that’s where I put EVERYTHING. All my work notes. Conversations with employees. Meeting notes. Frequently called work numbers. I sketch ideas. I list my to-do’s. My doodles. Notes to myself. I cryptically (well, mostly cryptically) list my passwords and security question answers. All in one page-numbered, tabbed, table of contents organized notebook.
This particular moleskine documented my pregnancy. The breast-feeding class, the infant care class, the horrific childbirth class. My weight and blood pressure at each of my different appointments. Even the timing of my contractions.
The good news is that when I did get to work, I had a voicemail from “George and Joe in Atlanta” They found my notebook and will put it in the mail! Attn: me! Since I keep about 4 business cards on the front page (using sticky photo corners to hold them), they had my contact information. Along with a promise of a 100 penny reward.
- Don’t leave things in seat back pockets on airplanes