 business is usually around 30 per cent but can be up to 50 per cent depending on the business. And there’s no denying small businesses have suffered greatly after multiple lockdowns, COVID-19 waves, closed borders and, in NSW and Queensland, devastating floods.
But praying on the industry’s most weak and vulnerable by asking them to take the hit is not fuckin’ it.
It’s the job of governments to, through taxation, ensure cost of living is affordable and we know that if wages go up, people are more likely to spend on things like coffees and meals out.
What’s truly a matter of time though is outrage from unions, who have argued workers deserved a 5 per cent or $2,000 per year increase to keep up with inflation.
The Australian Council of Trade Unions called for the minimum wage to increase from $20.33 an hour to $21.35 this week to support the 2.67 million workers who rely on the annual wage review — not their bosses — for a pay rise.
ACTU secretary Sally McManus said a 5 per cent boost was “what is needed for Australian workers to keep their heads above water with inflation and the cost of living rapidly rising”.
Restaurant and Catering’s Lambert also attributed low business profits due to staff shortages.
“That is absolutely evident in advertisements for nearly 100,000 open positions in accommodation and food services at rates that are well above the award, with some barista and kitchen hand positions earning nearly six-figures,” he told Guardian Australia.
If baristas were routinely being offered six-figure salaries I’d hazard a guess more people would want to do it, I know I would! The reason people decide they maybe don’t want to pursue or continue their hospo careers is probably the notoriously low wages, long hours and toxic work culture. That’s what did it for me!
Anyway, wage theft bad, wage growth good, tip your waiter.
Hell Yes: Wage Theft Is Now A Crime In Victoria, So Take That Café I Worked At In 2016
Here’s How Much Your Sunday Penalty Rates Are Being Cut As Of Today
You Can Join A New Online Union Catering For Screwed Over Hospo Workers
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Finding extra storage on your bike can be a challenge at times, especially when packing for those long back-country rides. Rock Bar is a small company based out of Thousand Oaks, California, with a minimal, lightweight solution. The Rock Bar case has a semi-hard shell and is 32cm long (12.6 inches) with room to store a variety of supplies. Retail price is $30, and the case can be found online at www.rockbarcycling.com.
So, much of the writing you'll see on the Your Place or Mine? site over the 2nd and 3rd November is my work; written recordings of the conference, obviously kept short to be compatible with the blog-style. I was really struck by what an 'interactive' piece of work I was doing, not something experience normally in the world of feature writing.
There were others involved, such as someone doing short interviews for sound files, and a photographer producing the pictures for the site. I was working alongside Matt O'Neill, whose company Activ Media commissioned me, and I passed him the document files I'd written as soon as a session was over, which he would then upload to the blog.
Although there were a few technical hitches on the first day, the second was as smooth as crunch-free peanut butter.
I was doing a search for a sauna and health blog and you came out at the top of the Google search. What a result!
There is no chocolate references on this blog.
I better get back to work and find this particular health blog as I have to report tomorrow, but coming top is quite impressive.
What a result indeed! Thanks for letting me know Rob!

"Stories of lost love, promiscuity, and infidelity are common in the ER."
The girl with the STD wants a baby with the boy next door. The girl has the chubby cheeks of a 10-year-old and the idealism of a teenager.  They come to the ER complaining of cough and congestion, but their real concern is VD. She has a malodorous vaginal discharge, and he has dysuria. The pair contrived this ruse to deceive the not-listening-but-listening audience in the ER waiting room.
Away from triage, I place boyfriend and girlfriend in separate rooms. I want to hear both sides of the story.
I see the boy first. Cocky and talkative, he tells me that he has a new girlfriend who insists he checks out before she checks in. His new girl wants a guy with a clean bill of health and needs lab results to prove it. The girl with him is his ex, but she is unaware of her obsolete status. As he tells me his story, he casts a wary glance at the room next door. This look betrays him. He feels the pressure. He used crafty promises of eternal togetherness to persuade his ex to come with him to the ER. Soon she will know the truth. The boy who proclaimed himself her lifelong lover is a pretender who fears both slighted girls and the pain of STD cultures. He wants her cultures to negate the need for his: if she is clean, then he is too. Looking at me as if I am a brother, he tries to engage me: "Girl, are you picking it up as I am laying it down?"
I nod my understanding but tell him I still need cultures. This swiftly ends the friendship. The boy looks disappointed, then gives me a disingenuous look. He tries a different tack, flirting with me in an attempt perhaps to skew my thinking or at least distract me from the task at hand. He does not know that as a clinician, I am focused on his progression rather than regression. I carefully explain to him the rationale for cultures. I wonder when and where this kid will draw the line. I am gentle with the culture, but still he flinches and howls. The boy who yearns to be a playah is a child inside after all.
Next, I see the girl. The ex who does not know she is an ex loves the boy who plans to leave her for another chick. The girl is naive and vulnerable. Her eyes brim with tears as she tells me about their heavenly future: "He’s my guy; we’re trying for a baby," she says with a dreamy smile. The tales of the Snoop Doggy Dogg boy have captured her heart. She loves the way he lies.
The girl is nervous about the pelvic exam. I use simple language to take her step by step through the procedure. The nurse holds her hand and guides her breathing. At 17 years old, she is having her first pelvic. The girl does it for the boy. She does it for her future. I wonder if deep inside she wants to cry. I question if my silence makes me the boy’s accomplice. Bound by HIPAA, I am caught in the deception. This girl needs the wisdom of a mother, not the empty pinky promises of a smooth-talking kid. I wonder how she will manage labor. Does she know the demands of raising a child? I doubt it. Her dreams center on monogamy, young love, and the sincerity of the boy next door. Looking at her cervix, I suspect Trichomonas. I send cultures; then I prescribe metronidazole along with the usual ceftriaxone/azithromycin mix: an antibiotic cocktail that in the ER hints at a relationship on the rocks.
I counsel both partners about STD prophylaxis and management. I discuss contraception and pregnancy, giving the girl further information about women’s health and multivitamins. The handout does not include a section on broken dreams, the cost of raising a child, or the lies a man might tell. I thought perhaps it should.
Stories of lost love, promiscuity, and infidelity are common in the ER. Some understand immediately the implications of their infection. I watch as faces fill with anger, dismay, or horror. I see trust shattered, dreams evaporate, and partners split. Sometimes I encounter questions that stem from naivete and hopecontaminated toilet seats, distant partners, and unwashed hands offered as likely culprits. I tell the truth. I relate textbook facts. I say them gently. My remit as a PA is to educate, not to betray. Bound by privacy rules, I cannot tell the girl about the confessions of the boy. All I can do is help her see the truth behind the lies. When she leaves the ER, I am left pondering some ethical questions: Is it acceptable to sacrifice the best interests of one patient to the confidentiality rights of another? Is there a moral difference between lying and deceiving? Is it ethical for a clinician not to tell the truth?
On Wednesday May 20, we published a joint Statement against Elsevier’s sharing policy. There are now close to 700 signatories to that statement after just one week.
In response to the statement, there have been a number of comments on the COAR website, including a comment by Alicia Wise, Elsevier’s Director of Access and Policy. You can see her comments at the bottom of the page. In response to this comments, COAR and SPARC have prepared some