It was one of those periods when I was convinced my job could not have been the will of God. The stress, the feeling of being irrelevant, the negative comments from colleagues, and the condition of my health could only help buttress the thoughts running through my mind. I spent quite some time ruminating on a resignation. All that remained was to convince Mr. Rita*, who was not seeing things from my perspective, hence the delay in making a decision.
As I walked past the mailroom one day, I saw the guy in the mailroom praying with a colleague. The scene so touched me that I had to mention it a few days later when I needed to use the mailroom. Read on HERE...
