This week was an exciting week. At times stressful, and at times sad.
I’ll start the blog with what happened when I was 18 and heading off to university. My mum, who is a RGN (Registered General Nurse) suggested I studied nursing. I couldn’t even look at blood, never mind needles or anything else. I wasn’t very good at anything thing to do with biology/body parts.
Fast forward five years, and it was my little sisters turn to go off to university. Again my mum gave the same advice. My sister realised this was good advice, and studied nursing for three years. She has worked in a few hospitals across the country, and currently works in the Emergency Department. I hear about all her shifts, listen to how she looks after her patients, and wish I’d have studied nursing too.
Back to the here and now, and as many of you may know, when I was on maternity leave with my daughter I changed my career, and started my career in care. I’ve now been in care for five years, and I’ve recently started to think about the next step in my career. I started to look for jobs in our local hospitals, and what qualifications I would need.
I came across an amazing job in the NHS. The job description was everything I wanted to do. The hospital was local to me, and also where my mum trained to be a nurse. I sent the job description to my mum and sister, and it turns out the nurse advertising the role has worked with them both! It felt like it was meant to be. I sat down and put everything into my application.
I heard nothing. For over a month! Then I got an email, inviting me to interview! I couldn’t believe it. I prepared like I would have done for an exam, I had five pages of notes to refer to. I had researched the hospital, read the CQC report, and wrote down everything I wanted to mention.
My interview was over the phone (due to Covid 19) and I was so nervous. I felt it didn’t go too well, and I was devastated. I thought about all of the things I should have said. Never mind, all good practice for the next time.
On Tuesday of this week, I got a phone call. I couldn’t believe it, it was the hospital offering me my dream job. I handed my notice in and I’ve said goodbye to all of my lovely folk I care for in the home. I’ve said “see you soon” to all of my colleagues, who, over the years, have become good friends. The best way to make a friendship is to work 13 hour days with each other, week in, week out.
I may have taken the long road, but I finally feel like I have my career path in front of me. I’m excited about the future. I can’t wait.