JE01 What Happened To Me

          One Saturday, at 8 in the morning, while most people are still sleeping, my friend and I met up at one of the MRT stations. The city was never more peaceful. We rarely saw any cars or people. While we were heading to the recycling station we shared our new lives with each other. Few minutes later, we arrived the recycling station. There were two old ladies sitting there organizing the papers. We were brought to another side of the station, where a mountain of trash was waiting to be recycled. We received gloves and masks before the start of challenge. There were lots of plastic bags divided in to different categories. It was confusing at first because sometimes there is only a slice of difference between trashes, for example, the color of bottles. Sometimes when we open a trash to recycle, the smell of rotten drinks, lunch boxes, etc. just spurted out into my nose. The whole process was harsh since I had to endure the stinking smells.
            After 30 minutes of work, we started to feel tired; after an hour of work, I feel exhausted. Finally, we made more 30 minutes and escaped. Before coming inside, we thought it was a simple job to do, but it was actually the opposite. The working environment wasn't that pleasant. After this experience, I feel bad for not doing recycle correctly. Also, I feel appreciated and surprised that the people working in the station, who are at least 30 years older than us, can survived so many hours of work. They didn't get pay at all; they were also volunteers like us. However, the dedicated their time to make this environment better. I also realized that a simple movement, for instance, washing plastic cups with clean water or throwing the trash into the right place, could save a lot of works.