Interview!!!

I'm not used to the ring tone on my new mobile, at first my marshmellowed brain mistook it for my alarm clock. Needless to say I then had to hoist myself out of bed to retrieve my phone from the paperwork covered floor. It was still ringing. It was a number I didn't recognise.....and it was a number my mobile didn't recognise. I squinted my tired eyes at the screen and then pressed the green button. "Hello?" I mumbled, realising how exhausted I sounded. Since leaving the veterinary nursing job I've felt less stressed, I feel more calm, more relaxed, and my sleeping pattern has improved to the point I'm not waking in the night. I'm finding this transition strange. It feels as though I'm starting on the right path, I'm just waiting for the first step. I have no doubts as to what I want for a future career, and at 24 years old it took me longer than I expected to realise it. It also means that taking the 2 years out to study a completely unrelated field is probably going to be of some detriment to my cause. Alas, no doubt my quarter life crisis will spur me on.

"Hello? Is that Loui?" replied a very cheery voice; this managed to snap me out of my cotton wool bubble. I confidently replied "It is, what can I do for you?"
"I am calling from 'insert healthcare agency name here' about your application, I realise it has take me a while to get back to you, but with your resume I was wondering if you were still interested in the role?"
At first I didn't recognise the name of the agency, I have applied for so many care roles recently in an attempt to gain further mental health experience pre-MSc that all the questions and companies begin to blur together. Evidently this was one of the first ones I applied to.
"Yes I'm still interested", my tone was still tinged with exhaustion and accompanied now with confusion as my brain kicked into gear. Processing the name by location and possible time frame, and then it clicked. "Is the job still available? Is it possible to gain further information on the post please?"
The cheery voice giggled and explained the job to me in more detail; mental health support worker, flexible hours, local area to home, working with mental health/learning disabilities/older adult care. My experience of working as a terminal care nursing assistant within the NHS peaked her interest in me; it was a role I'd found extremely difficult, particularly when it came to detaching emotionally. It was surreal getting to know a patient, caring for them, learning so much from them, and then finding them suddenly gone. Obviously it was something you knew was coming, the job description emphasised this, but it still shocked me. I still grieved for people I barely knew.
"So, can I invite you to an interview?" She cheerily enquired, snapping me out of mid-thought and forcing the knee jerk "yes, that would be excellent" remark from me.

So next week I have an interview with a very cheery lady, for a mental health support worker post which promises to be incredibly varied. As I hung up the phone and prepared for my IT technician job I smiled.

Step one.