I wouldn’t say I’ve ended up in my job. But I wouldn’t say I had ever thought about working in this career before in my life.
I went to Australia 🇦🇺 which you can read about here.
And then when I came back I was looking for work.
Whilst in Australia I worked as an Au Pair. I’ve always worked with children and really honestly thought it was my calling. Now? Not so much.
After I came home, I had found a couple of nursery jobs advertising but I knew I didn’t really want to do that.
Then I found an advert for a company that’s local to me who care for vulnerable adults. They go out to their homes to help them, e.g. making them breakfast/lunch/ dinner. Getting them in and out of bed. Cleaning them if they mess themselves.
It sounded like a great gig. I got an interview and they offered me the job. Which I accepted. But I couldn’t even start training right away because the training only started on select dates and the next one was a month away.
Well I found this advert from another company near me, and it seemed like a much better setup. It didn’t involve driving as all the customers flats were under one roof. And I’m a new driver so i figured that would be a bit easier for me, and then once I know what I’m doing and whether I enjoy the job I could go for something that involves driving.
So I got an interview with this company, they were offering more, paying for training (which the other company was not), and it overall seemed like a better deal. They offered me the job in the interview there and then.
I told them I would think about it as it seems like the better deal and I had already accepted another job with a different company. They understood this.
I talked through with my parents about it and they said that this one sounded better.
So I ended up emailing the job I had already accepted to decline it, and took the second one.
Well, now I’ve been there for two months and I’ve completed my training. I’ve got four more weeks left of my probationary period and then that’s it.
I can honestly say I never saw myself working in adult care. And and first I was hesitant because I knew I would be washing elderly men and women, applying creams, helping them dress. But it’s not as bad as I thought it would be.
In fact, it doesn’t faze me in the slightest. I even said to my dad, if my grandad messes himself or something, let me know and I can help (my dad has a bad back so he can’t do a lot).
In conclusion, I “ended up” in care accidentally. I never planned it. It probably would never have crossed my mind if I hadn’t found these two companies.
But I love my job. It is hard work and it is sad. In the last two weeks four people have passed. You can’t get too attached.
There is a lot of paperwork. And I’m still getting used to it all. But I honestly wouldn’t change it for the world.
So there you have it. That’s how I “ended up” in care work.
How did you “end up” in your profession? Do you enjoy it? Let me know in the comments. I’d love to hear from you!