I've been saying for ages that I love the hospice work I'm doing, but that I wished I could find a way to make it a paying gig.
Well, I've found a way. Sort of, anyway.
I've got a job. It's with an extended care agency, and I'll be doing much the same thing as I do with my hospice patients (my assigned patients, not my vigilance patients). I've been assigned to a married couple in a little town near here, and I'll be at their home from 8am to noon, Monday to Friday. They have physical conditions that make it difficult for them to care for themselves and each other, so I'm going to be there to help out.
Dave's been on at me to get a job for ages - he said last year that he wanted me to aggresively job hunt this year, and I kept telling him that I wasn't going to apply for any job; I wanted to wait and apply for jobs that I 1) knew I could do and 2) that I'd like doing. I told him that the right job would present itself to me eventually, but I don't think that he believed me.
But it did. It did present itself. I went and checked the classified ads on Tuesday afternoon, saw this job opening, called the number and the woman who answered said that she'd send me an application. I got the application on Wednesday afternoon, filled it out and returned it via Thursday's mail. She got my application on Friday morning, read it, called me and hired me on the spot. She said she was so impressed with my hospice work experience that she didn't want to risk my finding other employment before she got a chance to hire me, so she offered me the job over the phone (it was actually in the form of a voice mail; I didn't hear my phone ringing).
The starting pay is $8 an hour. It's not a fortune, but it's better than minimum wage - and it will increase with time and experience. I'll be doing something I'm good at, and more to the point I'll be doing something I love. I know that this type of work is exactly what I'm supposed to be doing, and the way I got hired tells me that this is where I'm supposed to be. It was all so easy, so smooth....there wasn't any 'we'll call you' or 'can you come in for another interview; we're not sure if we want you or the other applicant'....it literally fell into my lap.
I've got a job; I've found a way to make it a paying gig.