nathmechy,
I get it. I've been where you are (if I infer the context correctly from your post). You're young, you got your degree, times are tough, you're applying for whatever engineering job you can, and an offer has come your way - not the one you want, but one that you applied for nevertheless.
The choice is yours, but I'll tell you how it eventually played out for me...
The only reason I got my first engineering job was because I qualified for a program sponsored by the Federal Government under which they would pay my employer 75% of my salary. I was a contract employee, no benefits, 23 years old, and my salary was $12.00 / hr. I didn't cost my employer much. Even at that, half of those two years I spent in a teeny little town called Bow Island, Alberta, bouncing around a 30-kilometre irrigation canal reach doing nuclear densometer testing of canal embankment compaction and collecting samples of canal armour. In other words, playing with dirt and shoveling rocks. After that, I got bounced to a field assignment in Fort McMurray checking drawings against piping that I had no idea about. Then I got bounced to other field assignments doing as-builts and teeny Mickey-Mouse design tasks at various wellsites in all kinds of places where the largest building was 20 kilometres away, and it happened to be the town's grain elevator.
Here I am now, 35 years later, and in my career I have spent, in aggregate, fewer than 20 days unemployed - *in oil and gas*. When civil guys talk about "...1750 proctor and 8% moisture...", I know what it means because I have held that very dirt in my hands. When I build a soil model in CAESAR II, I don't ask for help - I know what "dirt" I'm dealing with. The pipes I knew nothing about 35 years ago, I not only "walk down and as-built" in the field, I design them. When I tell an operator or contractor to "...go and pull that 8" check valve..." in January and it takes him an hour to do it, I understand what I'm asking and why it's taking so long. There is a certain "I get it now" element that small town assignments give you that you just can't get any other way.
Yeah, it'll kind of suck waddling through mud and shacking up in rented double-wide trailers or 2-star motels or run-of-the-mill apartments, for a while. Then decades later you'll look back and say that's what taught you the most.
On this one, I wouldn't view this offer as a disappointment. It might be the best job you ever had.
I'd accept it.
Who is right doesn't matter. What is right is all that matters.