regular work hours

so i'm in albertsons yesterday fetching the hubby's favorite Cafe du Monde coffee and chicory.
no other stores sell it so i anxiously headed to the coffee aisle and began scanning the shelves when it hit me. people who don't have regular working hours are a whole different species than the working kind.
as i searched frantically for the signature yellow tin, a pleasant woman, about 55, strolled up the aisle and commented to me in a very sweet, peaceful voice, 'i just love the smell of this aisle. don't you?'
i was puzzled, dumbfounded, and frankly, a little shocked and offended.
'yes, actually, i love that smell,' i heard myself respond.
am i in the process of morphing into a *gasp* pleasant, non-working person?!
'aha!" i exclaimed, having found the coffee.
the woman, already well-traveled toward the cereal, turns and says in a kindergarten teacher voice, 'oh you found what you were looking for. good for you'
omg! is this what i will become?! is it all that bad?

i've decided to begin a weekly feature called "How 'bout this for a job?" in which i will review the possibilties and pros and cons of a particular occupation.
we'll shoot for tomorrow as a start date.

i'd be glad to hear your ideas as i take into consideration all employment options.