I've now, officially, started my job as a care worker.
Its, as was described to me by a colleague who I'm sure will end up a friend, 'not for the faint hearted,' but I've really surprised myself: I love it.
It's essentially just hanging out with, and helping out old people, making cups of tea and mundane chatter. But you really get the impression that even simply by showing up and doing what you're paid to, that you're making a real difference to their lives = genuine job satisfaction.
That being said, it's my day off today and I'm relishing the fact that it's nearly one and I'm still in pyjamas, on my fourth cup of tea (two sugars) watching the Gilmore Girls.
But, such is life, huh?