My name is Isabelle, I'm 21 and I am a student in nursing school in Lyon. Looking for odd jobs to finance my leisure and not wanting to compromise my studies with a job too devourer of time, I learn from the secretariat of my school on the opportunities offered to me. The secretary tells me that I address a number of laboratories are offers of services, including testing of new products or new drugs. This seems to correspond to my expectations and I ask her to get on the list it maintains nursing students interested in these jobs.
Two weeks go by when I receive a phone call on my mobile. This is a responsible Hartmann laboratories that tells me they had my information by the school. She asks me if I'm still interested in testing products, I say yes. I have an idea to ask what products I will be required to test, but already she goes on to offer me an appointment. Surprisingly, she proposes to meet in my apartment, so I imagined having to go on their premises but ultimately do not have a car, it suits me. Appointment is made for Wednesday afternoon next, not being at that time.
2:00 p.m. A precise, they ring at my door. I open two young women who are as representative of the laboratory Hartmann and coming from Madame Sudre I got on the phone. The first is a shoulder bag, the second draws a fairly large suitcase. I'm into my living room, living room with kitchenette. As this is a true two-piece, I also have a separate room which is a luxury for a student today, my parents thank you! I shall indicate the sofa where they sit while I sit in the chair opposite. The two young women come by their first names in a very casual. This is Beatrice and Sylvie. This leaves a laptop in her bag and opens it by placing it on the coffee table. Sylvie offers tu me, telling me that Beatrice and nurses are like me. I agree and it goes on asking me if Madame Sudre told me which product in their range I'm supposed to test. To my negative response, the two women look and smile. Sylvie tells me it's fairly standard when it comes to products in the incontinence, the head of the laboratory remains elusive happy. In fact it is testing me adult diapers she says. I am a bit taken aback by this announcement. Sylvie me says that these tests night at my house, with little time constraints and largely unpaid. I did not think to test such products, but thinking quickly I analyze that I will probably have the desired ratio that is a rewarding job but little devourer of time. I accept the principle, however, asking me about choosing a nursing student to test products more widely used by seniors. Beatrice intervenes to explain that this is a new series dedicated to women working in special moments like the return of such layers. Sylvie went on telling me that these tests will last one month initially, likely to be extended thereafter. Compensation is actually attractive and removes my last doubts. Sylvie, on the basis of information entrusted by the school wrote me a contract it signed in duplicate. Then she comes out of her bag a second document with the test procedure. Naively I imagined that they would give me samples that I should wear the night before answering a questionnaire about the product, not at all.
