Today I woke up late – just when I had so much more work to do than on any other day. I work as a mashgiach in a bakery. Normally, my work begins along with that of the other workers. They do their work, and I supervise and ensure that it is done properly, with kosher ingredients from which challah was taken, as well as terumos and ma’asros and many other important nuances and hakpados, in order to give buyers the highest standards in kashrus.
Today my work was supposed to begin earlier, because today there was a new supply of flour coming in, and I’m the one who needs to check it and see that it is clean of any infestation. Already a few days ago they informed me that on this day I would need to be at the bakery before all the other workers.
And specifically today I was running late, and I still hadn’t davened. At first I thought I would daven in the shteiblach, say the words quickly and gather the requisite kaddeishim from various minyanim. Barchu from here, kaddish from there, kedushah from another minyan, and so on until I would have fulfilled my daily quota. Thus it would turn out that I had davened quickly and responded to all the kaddeishim, and also I came on time...
But I instinctively felt this was wrong. What sort of davening was this? I put aside all my cheshbonos and went to daven calmly, from beginning to end, in one minyan.
Immediately after davening I arrived at the factory, where they informed me apologetically that they had made a mistake. They thought they had used up the flour they had, but in truth there was still enough flour, and I could take care of the new flour on a different day.
It was truly exciting to see how Hakadosh Baruch Hu arranged everything so that I would be able to daven properly.
