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I remember the sinking feeling each time I scrolled through job listings, my heart heavy with the realization that every "opportunity" demanded a soul-crushing 9-to-5 commitment. As a recent grad drowning in student debt and living in a sleepy suburban town, my career prospects felt like a distant mirage—visible but utterly unattainable. The traditional job hunt had become a ritual of disappointment: tailored resumes sent into voids, generic rejection emails, and the gnawing anxiety that I'd nev -
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Rain lashed against the coffee shop window as I refreshed the job board for the 47th time that morning. My thumb ached from scrolling through generic listings - "Experienced caregiver needed" posts that evaporated into digital void the moment I applied. Three months of this ritual had carved desperation into my routine like grooves in old wood. That's when Sarah slid her phone across the table, screen glowing with a profile of a smiling senior gentleman. "Met his family through Care Connect yest