
I keep a small box in the closet behind my desk that I call my “Box of Shame.” It’s made from cheap Dollar Store plastic, the lid barely fits, and it’s starting to fall apart, but really I’m ashamed of it because of what’s inside.

I keep a small box in the closet behind my desk that I call my “Box of Shame.” It’s made from cheap Dollar Store plastic, the lid barely fits, and it’s starting to fall apart, but really I’m ashamed of it because of what’s inside.