Reggie on Location: Filos Gone Wild*
I work one Sunday a month. It’s a half-shift really, four and a half hours. While I don’t enjoy giving up my Sunday, it’s not bad as shifts go—we’re usually pretty busy so the time goes by fairly quickly. Plus, I get a day off during the week if I’d like. All in all, not a bad deal. This past Sunday was my Sunday to work. We were busy, as usual, and by the time five o’clock came, I was ready to head home. My commute is 30 minutes, and by the time I got home, grabbed my bag, and got out of the car, I knew something was missing. My bag felt too light. Imagine if I left my planner at work—that would suck , I thought. Horrified, I looked in my bag and realized that indeed, I had left my planner at work! Now, if it were a normal weekday workday, I would have driven back to get him. But being Sunday, the library was now closed and I wouldn’t be able to get in. Here I am, a Sunday night, without my planner. How...