Drawing 孔夫子守道 in a career question puts you in the company of a man who chose brown rice and a bent arm for a pillow over a comfortable post that would have asked him to bend his thinking instead. The verse reflects something you already sense: the offer, role, or path currently in front of you carries a price tag that isn't printed on the contract. The stick, marked Average, isn't telling you the situation is bad. It's telling you the situation is exactly what it looks like, and the discomfort you're feeling is accurate data.
Notice where your hesitation actually sits. It's rarely about salary or title in the abstract; it's usually about a specific clause, a specific person, a specific compromise you'd have to swallow at the next team dinner. Confucius kept his interior spring intact by being honest about which clouds were floating past and which ones he'd be asked to call sky. Your version of that honesty might be smaller and more administrative, but the structure is the same.
Average here is generous, not grim. It says the path of holding your standards will not be glamorous this quarter, but it will keep something in you upright that money cannot rebuild once it bends.