Help WantedI haven't been on a job interview in many, many years but I was not the least bit nervous. That should have been a sign. I walked in and everything that could have gone wrong sort of did. I had trouble finding the right office, the application was misleading and confusing, the person I was supposed to meet with was not there...
But I marched in anyway, confident, as I shuffled along behind her, "Right this way..."
After we cleared up what position I was there for, I relaxed considerably. The phone rang. She got up to answer it without saying "Excuse me. I'm sorry."
I was beginning to have my doubts. I wasn't sure this was how it was supposed to be done.
And she's back. There are two of them now and they are grilling me. I've been out of circulation for a number of years I tell them. Adoptions. Special needs.
Autism if you must know. It has pretty much been my full-time job for the past 7 years.
They stop and look at one another. Then they both look at me.
This job is for a companion, to work with elderly people after they have been discharged from the hospital. The hospital sends me out to their home to help them get settled. I like driving. I like elderly people, prefer them actually, and mostly I like the idea of getting out of my house and getting paid.
Yes I tell them, I am an expert now, in all aspects of Autism--on the job training as it were. She is doing quite well. They are impressed. I even take the opportunity to share a picture. They are sincerely enthralled. She is an angel, after all.
Would I consider working with Autistic people in addition to elderly people?
I would LOVE that I say, visibly excited. I am good with disabilities. I have experience, both in home health and emotionally--what it entails. I would love nothing more than for you to be able to utilize me in that way.
Then it happens. We also have a program that assists new moms. Would you also consider being dispatched to help new moms with childcare?
What happened next is a little foggy but I think this is when I slipped off my chair to the floor and ended up on my knees, tears streaming, hands clasped, praying to the suited women before me to please, please, please grant me the opportunity to serve in this capacity...
You would have to go through training and you would have to wear scrubs and you might have to change a diaper or two.
Let me get this straight. Helping, elderly people, people with Autism and new moms with infants---my favorite kinds of people...
And you are going to PAY me!?
You mean I don't have to sit in front of a computer and I do not have to be in a dark office and I do not have to be on my feet all day or work crazy hours? I can be out on the road, visiting people, and they will be elderly and innocent and little?
I think I blacked out for a while, but when I left they were shaking my hand and stuffing business cards into them and smiling. I am sure I thanked them for giving me the opportunity...hoped to hear from them...I think I flew home.
Yeah. It was hard for me getting back out there. I don't have much of a resume after all these years. But I did it. And it worked.
Yes. I do believe in miracles.
I start on Monday.
Quintesse 46-50, F 74 Responses 38 Jun 16, 2011