Misplacing tools is a real pain.
Then occasionally, a tool is not in the box, but not in the heap either. Then the frantic search begins, occasionally cancelling the job on that occasion. Next day, there is the required tool, sitting where it should be, hiding in plain sight.
A long time ago, I bought a really good Sykes Pickavant ball joint splitter. Last year, needing to remove the track rod ends to replace the front struts, the ball joint splitter was nowhere to be found. Frantic searching in all the right places, and then all the wrong places. Eventually went off to get a replacement. Had to settle for a similar, but cheaper and weaker Laser model. Got home, used it, put it back inot the box, on top of the Sykes one. How does that happen?
Having adopted the system I described above - The "tote" tray and old roasting tin - I now misplace tools far less than I used to. The problem's not completely solved but much better than it used to be (I'm still looking out for the smallest of my set of 6 flat blade screwdrivers which went into hiding about 18 months ago. Think it's gone for good though)
I'm very good, I've now realized, at not seeing things that are right in front of me. I can go round the garage half a dozen times looking for something - maybe even something quite big like your ball joint splitter. Then Mrs J will appear, perhaps to get something from our "overflow fridge" which lives in the garage, and she'll say "what have you lost now"? "Damn it, it's my ball joint splitter" (or whatever). Not knowing what a ball joint splitter looks like she'll pick it up from my workbench or wherever I put it down and say "you mean this do you"? With a look of utter disdain on her face.
My latest "trick" is loosing the car keys. I've always been prone to doing this but just of late it's got much worse. Yesterday I took my welding bottle back to the BOC distributor. I keep the bottle in my garden shed rather than the garage (won't go into why here). The bottle is stored at the back of the shed chained to an upright to stop it falling over so I had to move some of my stored "treasures" to get to it and I might have got trousers etc dirty so I put my "gardening" clothes on, retrieved the bottle, secured it in the boot of the car, put the "treasures" back in the shed and went up to the bedroom where I changed back into some clothes in which I could appear in public without being arrested! I must have put the car keys down on the end of the bed and then not picked them up again when I went downstairs. I sorted out a fleece to wear and put my wallet, house keys, 'phone and tic tacs - never go out without my tic tacs - in the pockets. went to get the car keys from where I usually keep them and, Oh no, no car keys! Five minutes of running around like a headless chicken, in and out of the shed, garage, searching the ground in between, kitchen, hall, etc, failed to find them. Then I thought 'wonder if I left them in a pocket of my gardening trousers'? Went up to the bedroom and there they were lying on the bed! So I'm wondering, Is this just the start? does it get worse and worse from here on in? I don't even have a gas oven!