Prayer in the time of recession.

I thank you Almighty for my daily journey to reach my workplace. I humbly accept the daily duty of punching in minimum ten hours of attendance into the online system. I graciously accept all work that unpretentiously lands into my mailbox at precisely 6:30 in the evening. I also graciously accept all the review comments from my subordinates, bosses and unrelated people, time and time again, which usually translates into a lot of rework. I also wait in anticipation of the feedback to the work I send across to Delhi head-office.

I accept with a gourmet’s delight the weird menu that is served day in and day out in my office cafeteria, even if it means chewing on the little stone in my rice, or having the lentil salad that reeks, or the custard that is yellow colored water. I politely accept all criticism from my boss at the mid-stint assessment discussion, hoping for a rating of “Met Expectations.” I eagerly complete all online certification, and participate in surveys and quizzes as a generous contribution to organization-wide activities. I fulfill all my responsibilities and duties without an iota of expectation from the annual appraisal.

I gladly accept my fate as an management trainee, because I have so much to thank for in these times of recession. I thank the Almighty for bestowing me with a job.