I’m a little confused by the terms “registrar” and “minions”, is it safe to assume he is the boss of a department and “minions” refer to the staff he oversees and supervises??
In addition to his words being demeaning and inappropriate, once you are on the bad side of a boss, I’ve found he/she will nitpick your annual review and thus directly affect your ability to get a raise or promotion.
Many years ago, I worked for a small company and if I did 99 things correctly and 1 thing wrong. The one item I made the mistake on was front and center on my review, which gave my direct supervisor the “reason” to deny my annual raise or reduce it. It was very upsetting and unfair.
I do hope your registrar does not adhere to the same practices as my previous supervisor.
I was so incensed that I wrote it all down so I could share it with Mrs. ricepad verbatim when she got home. I still have the document somewhere. My MIL, true to her nature, insisted that he could not have meant any harm. She didn’t get that whether it was intended or not really didn’t matter.
My grandfather was truely ambidextrous. It became a very important skill after the dog took off his right hand. The dog lived and grandpa did just fine.
The trick is getting JUST the right slice o’ pristine fish. The direction, thickness, the stroke of the knife can all affect the texture and mouthfeel of it. The fish that goes into rolls (either cut or handrolls) is often end cuts or edges from the block of fish that the nigiri slices are cut from. It’s rolled tight into the nori, so it’s less important that it’s visually perfect, unlike a nigiri, where there’s no where to hide.
In addition, making the little rice mound is a whole skill itself. The best nigiri is pressed together very VERY lightly, so the rice all but falls apart as soon as it hits your tongue. Cheap, inexpertly made nigiri (or robot-made nigiri, which is VERY common) is easy to pick out because the rice ball is quite firm and dense, and holds together easily. Watching an expert make them, they always do it EXACTLY the same, taking JUST the right amount of rice, pressing it into their palm with two fingers just so.
I have made (badly) rolled sushi at home. California rolls (fake crab w/ a little kewpie, avocado, rolled inside out and sprinkled w/ furikake) and tried tuna rolls, where I savagely hacked away at a small block of tuna and rolled them up (poorly) in rice and seaweed.
Tasty, fun, but I will not be jumping behind the sushi bar any time soon.
My former boss in the sushi bar claimed that every one of his nigiri had the exact same number of grains of rice. Then again, after hours when the beer was flowing, we used to make all kinds of crazy boasts. IIRC, I told him that the grains in MY nigiri were all aligned exactly the same.
This refers to the hierarchy of doctors in training in the UK. In the US, the registrar would be the senior resident (this particular one was like the chief resident) and we were the very new junior residents. This was many years ago and it was quite common for the more junior members of a team to be the subject of ‘banter’ - a UK term for good-natured verbal bullying. This has largely gone out the window in the health service nowadays because of workforce training around bullying and harassment.
To be clear, the ‘minions’ were senior house officers at the time, but because we were junior in training terms, the registrar got to boss us around.
Dang!
My grandmother was naturally left-handed, but in order to become a teacher in the early 1900’s she was required to write with her right hand. And so she learned. I have examples of her writing with both hands. The right handed is textbook perfect - she did it by holding her hand and wrist completely rigging and using her arm muscle movements to make the letters - Palmer Method.
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(Keyrock the unfrozen caveman lawyer; your world frightens & confuses me)
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Reminds me of a story I read long ago in elementary school. A few young British kids had traveled to some place where eating by hand was common, maybe it was India but I am not sure.
In any event, when they were served a meal one of the boys asked the host about utensils.
(Paraphrase)
Their host said, “Forks? Goodness no - who knows how long ago it was last competently washed!”
And the kid replied with some chagrin, “Well, my mother would say the same thing about my hands…”
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(Keyrock the unfrozen caveman lawyer; your world frightens & confuses me)
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In the Army we had some training on other cultures where they told us, better safe than sorry(*), never proffer anything - anything at all - to people outside of the U.S. using our left hand.
Then of course my duty station in Saudi Arabia got canceled by my XO.
(*) A lot of military training had to be like that - just give a solid rule and nevermind nuance or going into particular cases - given at times recruiting were permitted to enlist people scoring as low as the 35th percentile on the entrance exam (and sometimes even lower!)
BarneyGrubble
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This reminds me: one of the groups I was in at work was called in for “sensitivity training” after one of the women claimed that she had been harassed.
The trainers beat around the bush until one of the guys asked what the hell the session was about. They then tackled the subject, and indicated that there could be different norms of behavior in different groups - for example, in one group in particular the people greeted each other with a pat on the bum. One smartass in our group asked if, in the event that he was transferred to that group, and did not get a posterior pat, could he file a complaint about being discriminated against!
Come on. Certainly an adult can use a fork , knife and spoon. And learn to get by with chopsticks. Use the cutlery or lack thereof appropriate for the culture, guests and situation. Manners are not “oh just do whatever you want.”
In my experience, lefties were discouranged in public schools into the 70’s, parochial schools through the 90’s. Gramps was a civil engineer and very clever with his plans. He was retired by the time the “let sleeping dogs lie” incident.
Well, they aren’t even teaching cursive anymore. My lefty cousin was let alone in public school in the 50’s 60’s. I’ll have to look back at some thanksgiving vids he sent me and see which hand he uses the carving knife with! As for parochial schools - I could always tell which of my peers were products because of their beautiful handwriting
@medgirl said that her (Indian) mother told her that. Which is why I’m so puzzled by her puzzlement that eating with one’s hands is as unacceptable in the West as eating with utensils is in India. (Although in my experience in India, like yours, it entirely depends on where one is doing the eating as to whether utensils are used or provided.)
Apparently, they’re starting it up again. There have been studies shown that it improved literacy and retention and a bunch of other stuff.
Interestingly (or not), When I was in my last year of Jr High (8th grade), I forgot my Palmer Method book in my locker one period in mid Sept. Rather than let me go get it, our teacher let me borrow his copy (the ‘teachers edition’). After class, I just absentmindedly packed up my stuff and left, taking his book with me. And there it sat at the bottom my my locker for the remainder of the school year, only to be discovered as I dumped everything out of my locker in late May. We never had another penmanship lesson.
I discovered computers my freshman year of HS. That fact, and an English teacher who would insist we hand PRINT our weekly essays (because he did not want to argue over spelling mistakes), made me completely abandon cursive. I still exclusively print when writing, and also make zeros with a little slash through them, to distinguish them from the letter ‘O’. (And a small lower serif on L, and top/ bottom serifs on capital ‘I’, to keep them distinct from each other and from 1. )
I even very consciously changed my signature from my wholly illegible cursive chicken scratch to a graphic-y printed version I came up with and practiced obsessively for a weekend til it became reflex. That’s my legal signature today.
