I think I rather muddled things with the details in my previous post of the cleaning job for which I inadvertently applied. Yesterday saw me going off to another care home in a beautiful Kent village about 20 minutes drive away (a much better journey than that to Tunbridge Wells) and this time the job was indeed for a care assistant. I'd not seen an advert - this was another 'posh' place to which I had sent my details and it did turn out to be a glorious Georgian house with modern annexe. Cedar trees and weeping willows are the view out of the window as you enter the main living room that backs on to Reception and there is a conservatory, gazebo and little follies around the grounds - near the allotments where the residents grow the vegetables that the chef then uses for lunch. Shrubberies and herbaceous borders abound and they look beautifully cared for.
I had a cracking interview - after being in charge of recruitment for a firm of London accountants for about 15 years I'm quite interview savvy and the manager whom I met had the same style I used to adopt - like a chat amongst friends to encourage the candidate to relax. Halfway through she said that even though I had no proper experience she would be mad to let me escape and after that I was introduced to some of the residents, all of whom gave me a hug.
Reference requests and the Criminal Records check have been sent off this morning and it looks like I will be starting in a couple of weeks. The money is rubbish but this was never about money - Mr FF does quite well in terms of our needs. It was about finding something that would be of interest and that would also not just see me sitting in front of a screen helping my bum to get larger.
There is an 'end of life' centre at this home that takes people in when the local hospice is full. I thought I would find the idea of this too sad to cope with but strangely enough I feel very enthusiastic about it. I will also be doing shift work - the shifts are 7am - 1pm/ 1pm - 7pm/ 7am - 7pm/ 7pm through the night to 7am, and they are in blocks of 36 hours a week. On the week you get three long shifts you get four days off. These hours suit my doggy day care duties very well, except of course for the 7am - 7pm and on those ones Mr FF can elect to work from home.
The only drawback is that I have to travel on the M20 and nobody wants to let a 'Frenchie' into the lane. Grrr - these xenephobic Brits, eh?