^ They used to be really good about that. All the shift supervisors had keys to the uniform room. We get a bloody shirt, we take it off, get a new one, and they incinerate the dirty one.
Now, only one person has the key and he treats those uniforms like their his personal possessions. I'm down three shirts this year (including this one) because of blood. I'm having to wear my faded shirts, and I'm not happy about it.