Trying to find a job....

I missed out on having my group interview at Coles today, due to the fact that the back of Coles is apparently strewn with meat carcasses, and Dexter's presence would be a health hazard. Besides that, their staff amenities are upstairs, with no lift.

I did get a one-on-one interview with the Store Manager, who was greatly interested in Dexter and his role in my working life. He also pointed out that I was wildly over-qualified, but I assured him that it was just what I was looking for, as I just wanted a job that I could do well but not have to dream about.

So it seems that I won't be able to work at the New Farm store, but they have two stores in the City that are meat carcass-free, and have accessible amenities. I might also find myself at Lutwych or Toombul. I'd prefer the City, so I can commute by ferry, but I'll just have to wait and see.

As a by-the-way, I explained to the Store Manager about JobAccess, and suggested that Coles should be seen to be employing people with a disability, especially in New Farm. He tells me that they are, and apparently the government pays them for it, making up the difference if an employee can't work up to 100% capacity in the job. I explained that JobAccess is designed to allow physical access to employees, such as myself, who can do a job just as well as anyone, once they are able to get into the place. He'd never heard of it, but said he'd look it up. However, as all of their employees start of as casual staff, I'm sure they can avoid having to do any modifications.

Apart from that, I am registering with an agency on Thursday, for some temp work, and seeing the lovely Centrelink people on Friday. Can't wait for that one, as I just love Centrelink......

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