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Help for redundant workers to train in areas of skills shortage
A reader asks: what resources are available for retrenched people in their mid-thirties looking for a career change?
The Federal Government is funding thousands of Certificate III and certificate IV courses in areas of skills shortage or projected skills shortage.
If you were made redundant from February 24, all you need is a separation certificate from your old employer to be eligible.
Take the certificate to Centrelink for a referral to an employment services provider to help you find out what you are suited to.
You will then be referred to a registered training organisation.
The courses are worth between $2000 and $7000 and the course selection reflects what skills industry and employers want.
Fact-to-face training and online training are availabe.
To read more go to www.deewr.gov.au, click on Skills then scroll down and click on Programs followed by Productivity Places.
This will open a web page offering a variety of links. Look around but do click on TPPP for Newly Retrenched Workers.
You will also see the link: Find available courses. Click on that to bring up a search box. This will provide a peek at the possibilities.
Not happy, Jan. Specifically, I an not happy at the demise of some of the most Australian words ever to be uttered from our chapped lips - words such as 'cobber', 'bonzer', 'ripper', 'toey', 'bludger' and 'drongo'.
The director of the Australian National Dictionary Centre in Canberra, Bruce Moore, says all these words are on the way out, lose to the Americanisation of our culture.
Now I've discussed the demise of the Australian language before in this colum - in fact, some people might say I'm flogging a dead horse - but I'm passionate about this gorgeous language of ours and I would hate to see it go.
I'm also sad that many young people don't know these words at all, just as they are unfamiliar with many of the great old Aussie sayings like 'Ripper, Rita' and that this phrase, in particular, refers, of course, to one of the greatest Australian women of all time, Rita the Eta Eater.
They don't know who Rita the Eta Eater is - or Mrs Marsh, the dominatrix babysitter, for that matter.
By the way, if you ever find yourself researching a column about the rapidly disappearing Australian language, and you somehow segue into old Australian television commercials, like the classic Mrs Marsh toothpaste ad, do not type' see, it really does get in' into the earch engine.
Just a tip.
Other phrases I've noticed that are on the way out are 'fair suck of the sav', 'strewth, Ruth' and a personal favourite, 'geeez, louise'.
No one says' geez, Louise' any more - except, possibly to women who are actually called Louise - a fact i found out recently when I used the phrase when talking to a teenager who looked completely bewildered and said, 'but my name's Caitlin'.
The other thing that is happening with our language is that it's becoming nationalised. Words that were once state-specific are disappearing in favour of a more 'one-size-fits-all' approach.
For example, a bloke who liked to bang his head to the Chisel, go to the speedway and wear T-shirts that said 'Finish your beer. There are sober people in India,' was once affectianately called a bevan in Queensland, a westie in New South Wales, a chigger in Western Australia and a booner in the ACT.
nOW THEY are all collectivley called bogans - and still none of them will turn the damn music down.
There was also a time when the expression'dropped like a school port' meant something to lovelorn teens in Queensland. Now it would be 'dropped like a backpack', which is just not the same, is it?
By the way, there was also a time when, if you had been dropped like a school port, you then had to go through the ignominy of removing the gold lettering that spelt out the name of your ex from the frount of your pencil case.
Remember those cases?
They came with all the letters of the alphabet on a strip of paper, which you could cut out to spell out your name in the plastic slots at the front of the case - but all the cool people who had boyfriends or girlfriends proudly displayed the names of their conquests instead.
Not surprisingly, my pencil case sported F.R.A.N.E.S. on the front of it for the entire duration of high school, except for one particcularly embarrassing semester when it said M.U.M
nO wonder I couldn't get a date for the formal.
Anyway, let's all do our bit to retain this wonderful language of ours.
Right, that's it, I'm off like a bride's nightie. |
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