Alan

“Skills?” Zundel asked finally. “Don’t you need to go to college for that?” Gavriel shook his head noncommittally. “Not necessarily. You can write if you’ve ever worked with computers. Or if you’re good at math. Things like that.” He looked around the room as the men looked timidly at the forms in front of them. “Don’t be modest,” Gavriel said. “This is the place to brag.” And so we sat and wondered what we might brag about. We knew a lot about commerce in first-century Palestine. We could write contracts on property sales that would be legally binding in fifth-century Babylonia. A handful of us knew exactly how to slaughter an ox in Jerusalem’s ancient temple, skin it, clean it, and separate the priestly portions. But this was the first we’d heard of rezemays. Slowly, we began to fill in our names, our addresses, and phone numbers and then tried to think of what we might consider a skill. Excellent English reading and writing skills, I wrote down.”
― Shulem Deen, All Who Go Do Not Return

“I am the only one capable of loading the dishwasher properly”
― Asher Rickayzen, More mess: A home for the unspoken volume two: 12 more stories from organisational life

“frowst.”
― Raymond Chandler, Playback

“forensic eye”
― Asher Rickayzen, More mess: A home for the unspoken volume two: 12 more stories from organisational life