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Published on February 3, 2007 By dharmagrl In Misc

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.


Comments
on Feb 03, 2007
And to think, we were just joking about that the other day . . . and now you've gone and done it!

Good on ya, Karen, good on ya.
on Feb 03, 2007
Good for you! I hope it is rewarding to your spirit as well as financially.
on Feb 03, 2007

And to think, we were just joking about that the other day

Yep!  Like I said, I think it's just one of these things that's meant to be.  I'm very happy I got the job though; I did my 'I gots me a job' dance all through the house yesterday afternoon.  I should record myself doing it and put it on youtube sometime so that everyone can have a laugh over it...

Good on ya, Karen, good on ya.

Thank you very much. I appreciate your sincerity and enthusiasm!

I hope it is rewarding to your spirit as well as financially.

Me too.  I think that it will be, that's why I waited for something like this to come along.  I'm capable of doing all kinds of jobs, but not many of them are as fulfilling as this one is.

on Feb 03, 2007

I really wish you lived in my area, or should I say my in-laws area.  They had supposedly hired someone a few weeks ago and it fell through.  At this point my father-in-law is in serious need of assistance, and I fear that one day his demands and reliance on my mother-in-law will result in both falling down and breaking something rather than just him (he has broken his arm twice recently )

He won't sit still and can't walk without a walker, and barely makes it with a walker and lots of help.  It's a sad way to see life ending.  He's headed to the hospital next week to get the broken arm operated on even though the doctors originally didn't want to operate because he's so relatively week.

I wish they'd clear the blockage in his carotid artery at the same time.  That would help him immensely, but the docs have basically refused to touch that area for fear he'd die during the operation.

The hire that fell through was for (by memory) $100 per day for 7 x 12 care.  Sounds like similar pay scale to what you mention here Dharma.  Doesn't seem near enough, but then again for people on fixed income, it would add up quickly.

I'm hoping that my in-laws keep trying to find someone, and I hope they get someone that cares and will do a good job.  My son helps them as much as he can, but he has college classes and has to get away from the house every now and again to keep his sanity.  Lots of little nit pickin' things my father-in-law still fusses over (he claims to be near blind and unable to read books/newspapers, but then points to the carpet and complains about a microscopic particle of lint that needs to be picked up) that are not easy for my son to deal with.  He's scatter brained (my son that is) on his own, and can be a tad sloppy, but my in-laws are such neat freaks about some things it's driving him a bit crazy.

Ah, getting old truly stinks.

on Feb 03, 2007

Congrats, Karen

Thanks!

Email me?

Done!  And for future reference, the gmail addy is the best one to use.

 


Reply By: terpfan1980Posted: Saturday, February 03, 2007
I really wish you lived in my area, or should I say my in-laws area.

Me too.  I'd be more than happy to help.

He won't sit still and can't walk without a walker, and barely makes it with a walker and lots of help. It's a sad way to see life ending

A lot of times people have difficulty accepting that they can't do the things they used to; they refuse to accept that they need help getting around or help caring for themselves.  It can be quite a blow for them and they see it as a loss of dignity.  It's a tough thing to come to terms with, and relatives of the aging sometimes see their refusal to accept help as stubbornness or as plain and simple bloody-minded, when in reality it's simply a defense mechanism.  Often it takes an outsider, someone who doesn't have any emotion invested in the situation, to help the aging person come to terms with their need for assistance.   

Doesn't seem near enough, but then again for people on fixed income, it would add up quickly.

It does add up pretty darn fast.  Even if the people needing care have medical insurance, they're only alotted a certain amount per day for extended care.  It's hard to find good help; it's hard to find people who will invest emotion and create a relationship with their patients and be compassionate and caring for $8 an hour - which is why I got hired so quickly, I think.  The fact that I do just that for free with hospice really spoke volumes about my attitude towards the elderly and infirm - or at least that's what my new boss told me.

on Feb 03, 2007
Congratulations, dharma, on finding what seems to be such a good fit for you.

Good luck, terpfan, in helping to take care of your in-laws. Your story reminds me of my grandparents' situation before they passed.
on Feb 03, 2007
Good for you! I hope it is rewarding to your spirit as well as financially.


Doc said it best! And there's nothing wrong at all with a little enlightened self interest.

(See! I'm keeping my promise -so far- to be more responsive!   )
on Feb 04, 2007
Congrats!
on Feb 04, 2007
Congratulations! They say the best kind of job is the one you would do for free. Doing something you feel good about, are good at and getting paid for it. That's wonderful.
on Feb 04, 2007
Glad things worked out for you!
on Feb 05, 2007
Dharma,

I'm happy to hear this. Congratulations to you. I hope it is everything you want it to be.