I have nothing left. I'm drained. This interview today was super intense. She started out exactly like this:
"So, are you a nurse?"
"No, I said."
"So you must be a "CNA"
"Any experience doing this?"
"Then what are you doing here?"
The lady that came today was a home health coordinator & a long time friend of Mr. & Mrs. K. She had only ever put nurses in the role of companion & was a little put off, I think, about the fact that I was even thinking that I could do this. I felt like a sheep-she was the wolf who was tearing me apart & spitting me out. She wasn't mean, persay, but she was serious. She asked me alot of blunt questions that I answered as well as I could. I am feeling that someone, like a nurse, who is trained in this kind of thing would know exactly what her role is with this couple & what they needed each day. She would know all about alzheimers & old people & how to handle situations.
Answer questions for me? Not specifically. It did give me a little better feel for what I might be doing, but there is still so much unknown that will only be found out through trial & error. Yes, I feel a great deal of pressure, yes it is uncertain; but I know myself. I know my personality & my strengths. And I am confident enough to know that I can do this job & do it well. (I actually said that to her. I'm not sure where it came from.)
The interview ended by me telling them that I understand if they need a professional with more qualifications than I. She responded with this: "Let me tell you something. You have heart. I've been doing this for more years than I can count & I've learned that it takes more than a license to make a great companion." Aahhh... a ray of hope!
My head is spinning. I find out tomorrow if I get the job. I hope I sleep tonight. The one thing I know is if the Lord has planned for me to have this job then I will get it- despite the facts.