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Longtime readers will know that I like to shake things up in this monthly letter, rarely discussing the same topic twice. But last month, after talking about my work at the Publix near where I grew up, I promised I'd tell you about the next job I held, working as a wine vendor. It sounds like fun, right? I suppose it was fun at times. At other times, it was madness.
Coming right in from stocking shelves at Publix, I figured the job would be great. Instead of being stuck at one store all day, I'd be driving around from location to location. And since I was three months away from being 21, I figured working with alcohol would be a perfect fit. But ... CONTINUE READING
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