Welcome to another weekly blog entry. I have been posting every Thursday since I
started writing this blog. This is my 53rd
regular weekly posting, which means that a full year has passed since I started. Happy birthday to me! Send me an email and I’ll give you the
address to post your presents and cheques to!
Sometimes people feel like celebrating
their birthdays, and sometimes they feel like forgetting them. My wife and I encountered a scene yesterday
which might make anyone feel sad about getting a year older, especially if the
birthday they were having was their 46th.
We passed a small store which sells onigiri. For those who don’t know, onigiri is a kind
of salted rice ball wrapped in seaweed, usually with a filling in the
centre. This store’s onigiri is very
nice and reasonably priced. I recommend
the ikura filling.
But the thing that caught my wife’s
notice was a sign they had, advertising a vacancy for a new member of staff. The sign gave some details about the position
– how many hours per day, how many days per week etc. – and it also gave some
information about the type of applicant they were looking for. The sign said that applicants for the job
should be no older than 45.
We were both surprised by this requirement. In the first instance, what is so arduous
about making onigiri? I can understand
why a soldier or a miner or fireman might have to be young and at the
peak of health. But do you need such
strength to push fish eggs into a ball of rice?
The next surprising thing was that this
could be advertised openly. Isn’t it
against the law to discriminate against someone on the basis of age, as
we expect it to be for gender, race, sexuality etc.? A 46 year-old, or a 64 year-old, might not be
energetic enough to do the job. But
surely, they at least deserve the chance to go to the interview and to be
judged after being seen and not before?
Actually, someone I talked to thought that
this is against the law in Japan, and
the onigiri store might get into trouble if someone complains.
I like to think that the older you get, the
more skilled you become. If you’ve been
making onigiri at home for 30 years, I’ll bet that you get very good at
it. Hopefully, the same is true for blog
writers. Sadly, my posts are still at
the infantile stage. Ga-ga
goo-goo. But by the time I’m
celebrating this blog’s 46th birthday, my posts will be Zen
masterpieces. And maybe intelligent
robot slaves will be making all the onigiri.
a cheque – a slip of paper you fill out and
sign in order to pay for something
for something to catch one’s notice – for
something to be interesting or stand out in some way, so that it is noticed by
someone
an applicant – someone who applies for
something; someone who desires to join or be selected for a job, role etc
to be arduous – to be difficult, tough
a miner – a person who digs minerals like
coal out of the ground
the peak of something – the highest point
of something, like a mountaintop
to discriminate against someone – to treat
someone differently, or unfairly, because of something they cannot help
to be infantile – to be like a small child
ga-ga/ goo-goo – These are baby
noises. The Queen song “Radio ga-ga”
uses this term