The verse places you in two positions at once: the wealthy figure leaning on the southern railing watching the river, and the small fisherman drifting in the shining stream. In a career reading, that doubling is the whole point. Part of you is the observer, measuring your work against some imagined fuller version of success. Part of you is the one actually casting the line, day after day, with no guarantee of what surfaces. The question the stick puts back to you is the one the wealthy man asks the fisherman: how much would actually fulfill your dream?
This is a 中平 stick, neither lucky nor obstructed, and that flatness is honest. Your current work situation is probably steady without being thrilling — the promotion hasn't come, the project hasn't broken open, but nothing is collapsing either. The verse reflects back a quiet restlessness you may not have named yet: the gap between the career you have and the career you compare it to in your head. Notice that the fisherman in the poem isn't suffering. He's working. The discomfort lives in the watcher, not the worker. The stick suggests you've been spending more energy on the railing than on the line.