I have recently let a "chef" go who was a culinary school grad. During our interview, he could tell me how to do something- I have a pet peeve about people who say they can cook but have no idea how to make a white sauce, for instance, but had a good handle on that one. He interviewed well, and I thought he'd be a good fit personality wise. There was one problem on his application- he admitted to have worked at a restaurant for 1 week, bt was let go because he wasn't fast enough. I thought it was kind of mean to have fired a cook after only a week since it can take longer then that to get up to speed. Turns out it was for a good reason, after all.
Anyway, this culinary school grad could not increase/decrease a recipe, couldn't measure 2 cups in a 4 cup measuring cup, had no idea that 34 ounces was just over 2 pounds NOT just under 1 pound and along the same lines didn't know that 34 ounces of flour plus 14 ounces of butter was 3 pounds, not 2, and couldn't tell the difference between a teaspoon and a tablespoon. He said this was because he was used to working in litres. When I explained that he needed to add 3 to 4 cups of liquid from a gallon container into a bowl of dry mix, he picked up the gallon and started to pour the milk directly into the bowl! When I yelled for him to stop, said he thought it was the right amount because I had given it to him in that container.
Long story short, I am more upset that a culinary school would graduate someone with such obvious learning disabilities and allow him to consider himself a chef. It's unconscionable that they took thousands of dollars- probably leaving him with student loans that he'll be paying back for years when he is no more a chef than I am a brain surgeon. Before you question why I think this guy was LD, I worked in special ed while my kids were young; he was classic. I watched him one day mix the dry ingredients then pour in the liquid. He then got the scoop and scale to begin portioning, but hadn't mixed in the liquid- it was sitting on top of the dry. He stood there for a good 10 seconds with the scoop in his hand looking at the bowl with a puzzled look on his face. Then he reached for the spatula and mixed it up.
I feel bad for the kid and hated to burst his baloon...again, but I don't have enough money to keep him on. Shame on the school!