
Stevie stands there on Fifth and Broadway to catch the bus. Here it comes now. Everyone scrambles on. It takes off. That fucking bus. Everyday Stevie sits there and bumps along Wilshire. Half asleep with someone else half asleep sitting next to him. They keep falling asleep and lean into each other, then snap themselves awake. The bus keeps growing in size. The masses are waiting at the subway stops down the way and that's when things really get stuffy. The bus zooms down the street towards Vermont. The first of the subway stops. There are too many people so everyone crams inside anyways because they're all in such a hurry to get somewhere. Some people are helpful and move to the back of the bus, others clog the aisle with rolling bags and overly cheerful attitudes about how sorry they are. Stevie is happy to have a seat and not deal with the madness in the aisles. The bus makes its way west along Wilshire. It stops at Crenshaw and picks up a few more people.
The metro rapid picks up speed. Stevie saw Ruthy get on at Alvarado and said hello but she didn't hear him. She's standing a few rows back now and recognizes him and walks up the isle to stand next to him. They say hello and chit chat a bit. The bus stops and more people are getting on. Like three people have gotten off for the hundred that have gotten on. The bus swells and continues it's way down the boulevard. It's a good time. A.C. gets on at the La Brea Stop and he's with Sam today. They immediately see Stevie and Ruth and form a cluster around a section of seats by the second exit and the gang includes some tan Latino that's dozing off. Sam is busy chatting up some cougay.
"Dudes, i can't believe we all made the same bus," AC says, "this must mean today is the day."
"Sé. Nunca nos vemos en el mismo autobús. Todos los capitanes están en el mismo autobús hoy."
"It is strange Ruth, Today must be the day!" Stevie says.
"Si, hoy es el dia." Ruth says.
The bus rumbles through Hancock Park and into Beverly Hills. There's not much traffic today. It's labor day. The bus is busting at the seams on the holiday schedule and its reached it's capacity around Fairfax. Now it's starting to lose people as it moves into Beverly Hills. Some at Robertson, more at Beverly and still more at Santa Monica. That's the crews' stop at little Santa Monica Blvd. and Wilshire so they all squeeze toward an exit . Sam almost gets caught on the bus trying to get his older boyfriends mobile number.
"Did you get his number?" AC asks.
"No, he said it was too early to be flirting, but that I was cute and he'll give me a couple digits every time we see each other," Sam says, "Today I got the area code 753, where is that?"
"Puta." Ruth says.
"Slut." Stevie says.
They all scuffle down the street toward the hotel where they work. Ruth is a housekeeper, AC is a front desk clerk, Stevie is a Bellhop and Sam is the Reservation Manager with too many DUI's. They all work at The Baron. A small boutique hotel. It's got about 51 rooms with a pool. There's a small restaurant and bar in the lobby. The pride of Beverly Hills. First place out of all 16 hotels in Beverly Hills as rated on Vay-Kay.com. It's so strange because everyone hates their day job. How could a top rated hotel be run by people that hate it so much? It made no sense. As with everyone in Los Angeles, the desk staff yearned for more. One was a Socialist with a big ego, one a digital editor, another a playwright and another one that wanted to be a full time mother. They're almost to the hotel now.
It's warm out and the sky is clear and blue.
They walk through the employee entrance and put on their work personas. AC relieves the night auditor and sits behind the front desk. Ruth heads downstairs to prep the laundry. Sam goes to his back office to do whatever middle management does and Stevie posts up next to the curb with his shiny uniform on.
Beverly Hills sparkles.
The day is filled with day-dreaming. Stevie yearns for a cult like existence in a luxury commune. On his lunch break he will sneak around to a computer in the reservation room and types up his manifesto. AC works on his TV show idea about a black "Melrose Place" and is trying to find a new internship because the one he has now is miserable. Ruth talks on the phone with her kids. Sam has brought his editing equipment to work because he knows that it's going to be slow and he can edit some of these shit student films and the more lucrative porn movies when no one is in the office.
The day floats by on golden fluffy clouds with emerald pillows encrusted into them. Stevie stands next to his shiny golden bell cart and smiles a smile that shows he's lost his dream. Work Sucks. His commune out in the desert running on clean energy is so far away and today the afternoon arrives and brings other workers to relieve the morning crew. That's all it ever brings. Ben, the Kiwi, relieves AC and Kirk relieves Stevie. They all stand around the time clock and wait for the 3:30pm. Ruth shows up and the clock turns. There is a flurry of employee ID card swiping and then they're off. After work they all head their different ways.
Stevie heads off to the Dirty Martini to chat up locals about his new religion. and collect numbers. It's a big Scientology hangout and he hopes to get the strays or the jaded fall outs. He likes the dedication of the scientologist. Typically signing up for 400 million lifetimes. AC heads off to the gym to work out and Sam joins him. Ruth is going home to see her kids.