Ever since discovering that a bus easily runs outside of my apartment
to Union Station for my work commute, it’s been transforming. I always
preferred driving, having the comfort of setting my car to a certain
temperature and the convenience of leaving as I pleased. I didn’t realize that
my perceptions of Los Angeles are pretty confined to my bubble of grad school
friends and USC. It’s fair to say that the group of people I interact with are
fairly privileged, not just in comparison to the world but also in LA.
Embarrassingly enough, I even have a heated footrest in my private office at
work, which is great but makes me feel so far removed at times from my work in
developing countries.
When I started taking the public bus, it opened up my eyes to many
things that blue collar workers in LA face. If someone has a strict job in
which they have to clock in and may get fired for being late, they have to
meticulously plan out bus routes. But certain days, to my frustration, busses
decide to skip their run and you end up waiting double the amount of time. Or a
fight breaks out and everyone has to hop off. Even with my super convenient bus
stop outside my apartment and a one shot ride to Union Station where a free USC
shuttle runs to the medical school where I work, I spend 3 hours each day I
take this commute. Now I imagine if someone had 2 or 3 transfers or what about
a family at home.
I remember reading “Nickel and Dimed” where a PhD attempts to work 2-3
minimum wage jobs to see if she can get by like so many people in America. Some
things that many middle class and above Americans fail to realize is that those
working minimum wage jobs are often super hard working, rarely able to afford a
day off even to take care of sick children yet are not able to make ends meet.
The Los Angeles public transit opens up this realization for me where I can
interact with the rest of the city outside of the privileged buildings of a
super wealthy university.
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