Yesterday I found myself all dressed up ready for The interview, upon arrival I checked In to find my name was not on their list, as this was a pre screening interview which no one had told me, after a few words they agreed to see me if they had space, lucky me,the next candidate was a no show.

Is it just me or do all interviews go at 100 mile per hour?   I’m still being affected by the vertigo maybe it’s that but I found it hard to concentrate on what she was saying.

The meaty part was when I realised I didn’t actually want this job as a support worker.  Hats of to all you support workers that travel via the bus to clients I now know you only get paid for hours spent with a client and traveling time is not included.

So basically you could have 4 clients morning dinner teatime and bedtime spending maybe 1 to 2 hours with them max of 8 hours per day @£8:25oh on long shifts plus around 4 hours dodging buses. They are long hard day’s to earn money and would probably finish me off.

Then just to seal the deal I produce my DBS not that there is anything wrong with it but I do have something historic on there I’m not entirely proud of, and to be honest anyone without compassion and understanding would  be freaked out.

What’s that ? You want to knows what’s on there ? Interview me and you’ll find out !

Gosh you lot aint half nosey.

Ok if I get 100 likes and at least 20 comments I will tell you all about it.

After The interview I was so disoriented it was awful I could not walk or see my vision just failed.  I had my wonderful daughter waiting for me, she urged me to get out of the building and make my own way outside where she would meet me,  I some how managed it but the second I was outside my body gave up I had a Panic attack

I was so grateful I had my daughter with me and could not get home quick enough.

Why do I put myself through this?          Why do I just keep on going?

Blessed be