Apparently, you shove them in your trunk, bring them home and dump them in a pile in the garage. You can't bear to deal with them as the anger and depression from being unemployed sets in. By the time you find a great new job, 20 months later, you've forgotten about the awards and memorabilia and walk past the pile everyday as if it doesn't exist. When your wife asks what you plan to do with the stuff, you say you haven't yet decided. If you don't do something with it soon, it might start disappearing a little at a time and you probably won't even notice. I don't know if that's what everyone does with their stuff, but that's what my husband did with his!