Surrendering the 9-to-5?

Unemployed, Day 14-

We go out into the ocean on the paddle board
first thing in the morning.
It is a mini-adventure,
but it leaves me too tired to do much else.
I still hit the gym.

That afternoon, as promised by the bank
with which I interviewed,
I received a call from HR.
The same woman I first interviewed with.
I was told she would tell me the "next step"
but the "next step" was her simply telling me
she had to collaborate with the branch manager
and they'd get back to me on Monday.

Slowly, the cautious optimism started to leak out of me.
Saturday was approaching quickly.

Saturday there will be a hiring event.... for Aldi.
The little supermarket sounds like a great job
but really it's hard work.
I've been told you work long hours,
starting at 5am,
lifting heavy items all day.
It's exhausting work.
And it's not ideal for me.
No Sunday's off.
No holiday's off.
Sometimes early morning,
sometimes late night.
And unless I had a job offer by Saturday at 8am,
to Aldi I would be humbly marching, resume in hand.

I attended a ladies' night event from one of my churches.
So many women from so many walks of life,
many close to tears themselves
over painful situations at home
problems in their relationships,
with having babies,
with their own jobs.
I felt understood.
I was prayed for one-on-one
by the pastor's wife.
She believed I deserved a 9-to-5.

 But here I am, willing to give that up
because of a place that offers just as good of a paycheck.
Because it's a job.