[ A note from the Author: I have plans to add more to this but am pressed for time and wanted to go ahead and post what I've written. Feel free to chime in if you'd like to learn how the Angels go about handling the prayers.
As an Angel of God my duty was to assist with the delegation, categorization, and resolution of the large number of prayers directed to the heavens in His name.
When Earth was young this was a task God handled himself, exclusively. As the years, decades, and centuries passed, however, he found the task to be cumbersome. He had other interests to attend to, of course. As such, it came to be that Angels would be responsible for prayers and how they were handled, and so forth.
On the First Day He created a common space and filled it with cubicles. Such was His Will.
As Angels of God have no need of family photos, calendars, or the typical distractions one might find on a desk in a normal mortal office, the cubicles were furnished with simple desks. Atop the desks sat only ivory rotary phones. The phones of course were not plugged in to anything, and indeed had no wires, but functioned nonetheless as it was His Will. Heaven has no need for logic.
On the Second Day He created the break room and conjured a pool table. God is good.
Angels have no need to take breaks, but it was a thoughtful gesture. Everyone agreed.
On the Third Day He unveiled his plans outlining job incentives, promotions, and discussed his Open Door Policy. God is just.
In exchange for an eternity of blind devotion and obedience every Angel in the department would be allowed to stay in Heaven and continue to do His Will. He insisted he did not want to rule out promotions but reminded everyone present of the risks associated with Angels seeking to climb the ranks.
On the Fifth Day He trained the Angels on how to answer and process the prayers. God is wise.
Over the course of the day He lectured everyone on the importance of proper prayer-response etiquette, ensuring that realistic expectations were set for the sender of the prayer, and that firm deadlines were never promised. Instead, He advised, one should vaguely and enthusiastically allude to a resolution but NEVER suggest a tangible date or timeline. I am told that this is standard practice amongst all deities.
On the Sixth Day He showed up to the office with some party supplies, drank a bit too much, and demanded an arm wrestling tournament. Naturally, everyone present participated. At the end of the tourney God stood victoriously at the table, surrounded by a sea of red solo cups, detached arms, and feathers. Afterwards, He healed everyone and left for the day. God is mighty.
On the Seventh Day, He didn't show up at the office. We haven't seen him again, but we are sure he is somewhere doing something important. God is mysterious.