Granted. Now your work is always the same, every day for the rest of your life. It is the same, every day, at every time, without fail. The corruption of your wish is not a corruption but a granting. You have work, and it is always every regular work day. It is totally reliable. You do not get sick. Vacations have a way of not happening. Attempts to make the company an aquisition fail. The coworkers who you need to do your job never miss a day of work either. You do not age. It takes a few years to notice, but this seems like a benefit, but you are unable to retire. Attempts at savings do not work. Attempts to go to another job do not work. Your work, as the years and centuries roll by, is exactly the same as it ever was. Technologies change, and without reason, your work does not change. Even languages change, and eventually your coworkers realize that you have condemned them to this hell, and even try to kill you. Eventually the star goes out, and the earth is shattered, atomized in a super nova. Except for a single solitary office, where the lights stay on, and the work gets done.
I wish for a pony!