Yes, I have re-entered the work force. I'd like to say that I enjoy it, and have finally found what I have been looking for all these years. Not so much, but, it's gotta be better than retail... Right?
I care for elderly patients, and out of my 3, 2 have senile dementia/ Alzheimers. This is a trial. It's not that I mind listening to the same stories 100 times in a row, because I actually find it amusing. It's that they don't understand why I'm there, and they resent it. And this happens in a circle... Every. Five. Minutes. We'll be sitting there chatting away, hearing about little Suzies 4th grade project for the 5th time in half an hour, and suddenly, I'm being cussed and yelled at that I need to get out. Now!
I think, that this time, I might not be throwing down roots. I'll keep trying for that civil service type position instead. I have come to the conclusion that I don't mind making people that come into my sphere happy, but doing so repeatedly is too taxing on my limited stores of patience. It's bad enough that these poor people have me invading their homes, but I *feel* like an invader.
So far, in one case, there is already someone there most of the time, and I feel she's wasting her money having us there for so long, and so often, and in the other case, well, I'm sorry, I think she needs to be in a home. She needs more supervision, and someone with more authority than we have, to help her, and I honestly fear for her safety when we aren't around. I have yet to meet #3, that happens later this week. Wish me luck!
Thanks for Noticing me!
