Actually, I think working at the Secret Bakery would be just fine because bills need to be paid.
Having, basically, given up on the daily grind to pursue my dream of webcomicing, I can tell you that not treading water is ENORMOUSLY stressful. Given everything Faye has to deal with, I think something stable is in order.
Of course, I do think she ought to explore options first. It's only been a few days, and Marten is giving her a chance (a chance a lot of people would not get). You certainly should try to make the most of it, when that happens. But you've got to be ready to do what you have to just to keep your head above water.
If you find a pace you can maintain (i.e. figure out how to float rest) treading water is exactly what you have to do until you figure out which direction you can swim in. It's no good picking the direction you want to go if it doesn't lead to the dry ground you want to stand on (or doesn't lead to dry ground at all).
I'm constantly challenged by the thought that I've made a terrible mistake, doing what I'm doing. I can't imagine trying to keep moving forward and battle addiction while trying to hold myself together in the face of abandonment issues and depression.
It isn't the same, though. As welder, she can work a stable job in an established business, and while she wouldn't be making art or murder-chassis, she can get paid a lot more than as barista, and might even be able to negotiate better terms. (I'm still a little disturbed over how easy she could get fired, without
any kind of security or compensation or anything, and apparently she didn't get paid holidays as
assistant manager. And it was only because Dora didn't file the paperwork right away that her healthcare still covered her - that's just horrible.) And it would be a job doing what she's
good at - she might be good at making coffee, but her interaction with customers would be very out of place at any other place than CoD.
On another note: That one felt very classic - funny and serious at once, driving the plot forward, with a punchline provided by our favourite seabiscuit. Awesome!