New Year, New Start.
How much has changed?
In terms of the person, not much.
With regards to the circunstance, quite a bit.

New Year's Eve was my first real day at work. It was also my last.
By 8am, the hundred over employees of that small branch of the huge MNC was gathered in a small office space in Aljunied. They started playing games and doing motivational cheers. Normal orientation type games like the one were the leader says get into groups of 5 and there's a messy scramble. The way they played it, however, wasn't so normal. It was violent and not a little cruel. Puching a shoving. People falling and getting crushed. In a small room packed with so many, it's not funny. And the cheers and songs to get people motivated. Such things are normal during orientation but these people do this every day. I started to feel like I was in the wrong place.
Then I went out with my leader and a member of the team to Tiong Bahru. We had to sell those "charity" coupons again. The leader, an Indian woman told me how to reassure the "customers" that all the money would go to the charity. We had to "pitch" the "product" to them. This leader's pitch didn't sound honest to me. She would tell people that we were teachers from a school for poor children trying to raise money for our students. At the end of the day, we went to Macs to sit down and count the "donations". Then, the leader took 20% of the money from the booklet of tickets I sold and gave to it me as my pay.
An uncomfortable feeling. Like guilt.
I had smiled at and talked to about 300 people that day. I really hate smiling and talking to people. I'm not friendly by nature. Interupting people eating at coffeeshops and rushing home after shooping didn't quite tickle my fancy. And to think that I had lied without knowing it. Only 80% of the money was going to the charity. And who knows how much the leader and the manager will deduct of of that 80% for themselves.
I was so depressed, I went to Wen's house after that. Jun was out and the house was dark and quite. We switched on the Christmas Tree lights and I sat in front of it. It helped. Wen tried to cheer me up and encouraged me to quit. Suddenly, her older sister came down the stairs and I thought she was a ghost cos I didn't know there was anybody else in the house. I was still feeling not so good, like a tummy ache in the stomach of the conscience, so Wen lent me a book to read. Then I felt better.
The big sister drove us to bugis in her car. Cool driver. Like sitting in a crazy racecar driver vehicle. Not very safe but a lot of fun. I wasn't back to my normal self yet so I was very quiet and stared out of the window thinking of evil MNCs. Wen was going clubbing. Amusing the way she was trying not to let me know. Consciously or subconsciously I don't know. When asked where she was going, "to meet my friend" "to meet cheryl". Then the sister asked, "are you going to zouk or warehouse(something like that. is there really such a place)" Funny Kid, Wen.
On New Year's Day. I went to food distribution and met Xinying and Sharmaine. Nice seeing Xinying again. We haven't met up since the end of As, I think. We are good friends who are not interested in the same things. Except maybe food.
Then I went home.
In the evening, Steven came home with my new nice, nice black iPod. A late birthday present.
Now I'm happy again.
The equation:
+Job
+Lies
+Friend
-Job
+Community Service
+Friend
+iPod
=Friends + Community Service + iPod.
Ha! I win!