Out there, we are two-a-penny. On a zero-hours contract you can either have too many hours, or they give you hardly any work and offer up whatever old cock and bull story they want. There is no pension plan for our old age; no sickness benefits when we need care. Nothing. Even when we have diarrhoea and vomiting, we still work. I saw an ad in a shop window, walked in the door and said, ‘I’m looking for a job.’ I did my so-called ‘training’ and didn’t get paid while doing it. They gave me a uniform and said, ‘Here is a piece of paper showing where you have to go.’ There was no introduction to the clients and very little shadowing time to learn who you would be working with. It was scary at first. Dead scary; I was shitting myself. I was like, ‘Oh my God! What have I got to do with you then?’ You know deep down that clients all have different routines, and ways, and different needs, but it’s not till you actually get to the house and look at the care plans that you think, ‘Have I really got to do all that, in the time that I have got?’ Seeing it on paper, and then working out how to actually do it, is a bit daunting.
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