You toil away with three other entry-level workers in an office barely big enough for two of you. You find yourself taking work home so you can keep your head above water. Your non-profit salary means you subsist on mac and cheese for dinner. You drive a real beater held together with chewing gum and chicken wire.

You've graduated to your very own cubicle in a larger county agency. You have an admin assistant to help with routine phone calls and paperwork. That gives you more time to explore client resources and visit potential employers. You've also got your eye on an upcoming promotion, which would allow you to buy a decent car.

You've been running your city hospital's rehabilitation clinic for the past year. You've somehow made it onto the federal government's radar, which is evident by the ten-pound regulatory manuals that line your office shelves. However, driving your new Beamer with the top down greatly reduces your angst.

Your private rehabilitation counselor practice is growing in your mid-sized metro area. You've got two entry-level rehab counselors who handle the day-to-day workload so you can network with community leaders and regional employers.

You finally found your dream job: rehabilitation coordinator for injured service members returning from deployment. You work on a large military base, and each day brings challenges different from anything you've ever done. However, at the same time, it's the most satisfying job you've ever had.