Blessed to be Stressed

I just ended my week with a hang over.


Frustration engulfed me as though I am in the middle of nowhere.


My boss is getting irate of my low turn out and delayed reports. My co-workers are getting indifferent as they too have their own tasks to manage.


Blessed to be stressed.  Yes that is what I always think.  I get this mantra from my previous operations manager who always mock me with my crappy amateur action plan to constantly-monitor-the-agents strategy. My clustermates would laugh boisterously every time someone would exclaim those words. Well, I just shrugged it off. 


Somehow, since I got this job, I never get tired of telling myself that I am still blessed to be stressed. Saying this would lift me up from the many cares of work as I believe that this has made my world go around--- my work is a blessing.  I could not even imagine staying under the sun trying to sell a product to a stranger, just like the man I saw selling pails.  Nevertheless, simple and noble as selling pails, the joy from getting money from an honest day's work is worth the walking and carrying.


Grateful for the blessing that the Man up above has given me, I rest my worries yet assured that tomorrow I will be enlightened to finish my pending work.


Blessed to be stressed.