I can't seem to make it through even the slowest of shifts without spilling on myself. Why, oh why do we wear white oxford shirts?? And of course, it is a big no-no to roll up your sleeves a bit.
So, I've entered into a loving relationship with the Clorox Bleach Pen.
It may sound like a simple pleasure, but I am so thankful for this invention. After a shift, I go home and spot treat the balsamic oil that dripped up my sleeve, the marinara sauce that's somehow ended up on my back, and the oil stains that have accumulated on my stomach.
It's become my favorite tool of the trade!
But, seriously...how did I get wine here?!?
(Shout out to my nephew, who is the adorable face pictured above, covered in ravioli and marinara sauce! )