How long did it take before you stopped feeling like you were slacking off when you held a ticket back? I worked a spot where the expo would literally put a hand up at me if I tried to fire too early, and it drove me nuts for weeks because my brain equated speed with caring. Then one Saturday I watched a guy on saute time his scallops to the table next to his, not the ticket in front of him, and everything hit the window at once, hot and perfect. It's a whole different muscle, reading the room and the rail instead of the paper. Give it a couple months and firing on the print will feel wrong to you too.

Notice how nobody overthinks buying a cheap umbrella.

Oh man, whiteboards and grease pencils, flashbacks!