I've been leaving little hints all over the place here about my new job.
So, I guess I should just tell you all about it.
I have to start with back in September when some dear friends decided they should give us $500. Just beacuse. Becuase they knew things were going crappy with our house and the bank. We weren't sure what exactly to use the money for, so we decided to just hang on to it and pray about it for a bit.
About that time, Ben and I had really started racking our brains to figure out something that I could do part-time that would help out our financial situation. We knew it would have to be something that paid enough to make it worth while. I still need to be home a lot. We can't afford daycare - that would defeat the purpose of me working. What to do? Then one of Ben's friends asks, "Does she like old people?" And he proceded to tell Ben about Nursing Assistant positions - especially in nursing homes or care centers for older people.
I started looking and found some nursing homes in town that would be hiring. I found out that I could work part-time over-nights. I found out that working over-nights pays even better than working days. And I found a class that started at the beginning of October (two days after we moved into our house) and ended at the end of November. It was two evenings a week. And the class cost $495. And there would have been no way to afford that class if we hadn't had that check from our friends in the drawer, waiting for God to show us what to do with it.
So, I took the class. And the class went well. And I passed my big test at the end. And as of December 1, 2010, I am a certified nursing assistant.
The week I took my test, I applied at a few nursing homes in town, and got accepted at the place I really wanted to work.
I have worked some nights now, and two days. I love the night shifts. Things are much quieter. Lots of my old people do sleep through the night, or need only minimal help. Of course that's not the story with all of them . . . but I need something to keep me awake - right? It's also quieter staff-wise. There are just 6 staff on at night, as compared to the 16 (on the floor) and all the office personel during the day. So there are a lot less dynamics . . . it's just all-around better (in my opinion).
When I get home from a night shift, I give Ben a hug and wish him a good day at work. Then I eat breakfast with Maddie and Isaac and give them a little list of things to accomplish. Things like school papers, reading, unloading the dishwasher, picking up a specific room. When they are done with the list, they can play or watch a movie until I wake up. Then I nap for 3 or 4 hours and get up to make lunch for us. It works really well. The kids like to be responsible, and they are so proud to show me what they've accomplished while I was sleeping. So, for now, this is an excellent arrangement. I do have a few people who are willing to take Maddie and Isaac if I need a longer stint of uninterrupted sleep, but if I don't work too many days in a row, I do just fine.
It's also ironic that many years ago someone close to me had suggested working in a nursing home to me. I was trying to figure out the whole college major thing, and where I should continue my schooling, and this person told me I'd be really good at working in a nursing home. Well, circumstances and parents (my parents weren't keen on me quitting my four-year education, even for something like this) intervened, and I didn't go through with it then. I went to another college and continued my education for another two years (and that is a post for another day . . . ). Needless to say, had I taken my nursing assistant course then, things would look a lot different now. Or if I would have thought of it again when Ben and I were first married or . . . You know, those pesky what-ifs.
But. Here I am now. And I am really happy that this opportunity re-presented itself. I really like this new job of mine. And I'm really grateful for the income that it will provide for my family. I'm also grateful that it is a job where what I do really matters for someone, right the moment I do it. If my mom or dad or grandma were in a nursing home, I'd want them well-taken care of, even if they were grumpy or throwing up or affected by dimentia or hard to understand. So that's the way I treat my old people (that's what Maddie and Isaac call them, "Mom's old people"), and I reap the benefit of really enjoying my job.
{me and my favorite "old person" - my grandma}