I Love My Job

I love my job. I come home sticky and smelling of wine. Could it get any better? Well, it could get worse if a cop pulled me over and smelled the alcohol on me. That could be an issue. I spit all the wine I taste. Can I help that I'm awkward and spray myself with wine?
I work in a winery. I don't know if I've mentioned this.
Today, we filtered and tested acid and sugar levels and added acid.
I love that wine yeasts do whatever they want without regard to logic or science. I mean, how does a blend of wines with relatively low sugar levels end up with a relatively high sugar level? Riddle me that!
I love that people don't realize how much we do to some of these wines. Really? You don't just stomp grapes and let it all sit for a couple years? Haha. That's funny. No. Some wines are real darn finicky - or the microorganisms in them are - and we have to do quite a bit. Today I added over 20 lbs of tartaric acid to a tank of wine. I've also used PVPP (polyvinyl) and copper and citric acid (very rarely) and potassium sorbate and nitrogen. I write this not to scare anyone away from buying wine, only to educate. Everything we add is perfectly safe in the amounts that we add it in and we don't add anything we don't need to. Even the sulfites, about which there are many misconceptions, are perfectly safe in the manner and amount added to wines. And, by the way, it's probably not sulfites that give you a headache.
So, about the spraying of wine on myself? I was dissolving the powdered acid. I needed to take some wine out of the tank to do so. It came out a little faster, more powerfully, and more umm...perpendicular than I expected. Half went in the bucket - and half got on me.
Ah. I love it.