Every evening when I get home from work, I hang my backpack up on the wall of the garage and take out the various containers (for breakfast, lunch, and water) and electronic equipment (mp3 player, phone, other phone) that I carry with me for a day at the salt mines.

Every morning, I prepare all my stuff for the day, load it into my backpack, and then throw the backpack into my car. I did all of that this morning as usual. Or so I thought. When I got to work and grabbed my backpack from the seat next to me, all I grabbed was a handful of air.

Shit.

No breakfast, no lunch, no water, no mp3 player, no work phone. I’ve got my personal phone, thankfully, but that’s about it. Oh, and my wallet, which I reckon I’ll be needing if I want lunch.

It’s gonna be a long day.