New Year’s resolutions that matter
When I was in high school, I worked in the local supermarket of a small town in east Texas. Working my way through the positions of bagger, stocker and finally cashier, I learned the ins and outs of the grocery business. Though I had much fun and enjoyed the people, there was one job I loathed – the annual inventory. Each year on December 31st, the store was closed at noon so we could begin the process and count every single item on the shelves, as well as the store’s fixtures. There were literally thousands of items, which were also…