It’s hard to move from a Lesbian suburb of a huge city to
Smalltown Heteronormativity (SH). Both PartnerPenguin and I have been having a
hard time. On my end, I’ve enjoyed going to work, meeting tons of new people,
and finding out what kind of science they do. This is great, and it’s exactly
what I want.
However, I did not completely plan for something. I’ve been
working for Big American University for 2 years. When I went to the HR rep in
mid-March to ask her about my final paycheck, she was very kind and told me it
would arrive on April 7. But she wasn’t
paying that much attention to our
conversation. So to my surprise, April 7 comes and goes without a paycheck. The
long of the short of it is that I was down to $17 dollars for nearly a week
last week until I finally got the blasted thing on April 22 (over a month after
my last work day).
So I was a little on edge.
PartnerPenguin has been having a different but more
difficult culture shock. In the City, you couldn’t throw a rock without hitting
a brogrammer in jeans and a graphic tee on his (rarely her) merry way to making
thrice median income. Here, in SH, you
can’t throw a rock without hitting a PhD. They make better targets because they
tend to be less agile.
PartnerPenguin does not have a PhD. The type of programming
he’s good at is not relevant to physics simulations on supercomputers. His
clients are in the Netherlands, Bangkok and New York. Believe it or not, we do
not have Internet at home, yet. So he goes to the library that has decently
fast interwebs and does his work remotely. Except for the occasional old dude
protesting the injustices incurred by an imaginary slight over library fines,
PartnerPenguin doesn’t really have the opportunity to interact with anyone at
the library.
So he was feeling very lonely.
On Tuesday night, I found a secret stash of money I’d pulled
out for the trip in the event of emergencies. Both of us were pretty sad and
grumpy and we had enough food on our plates so I proposed we join the Y with
it. BEST. IDEA. EVER.
We joined and immediately started climbing on the rock wall.
Fun fact about PartnerPenguin and me, neither of us has the upper body strength
sufficient to climb a rock wall! There were two auto-belay lines that are
rigged for intermediate paths so we used those. The other occupants of the room
were: the staff dude who played the same Bob Marley song 4 times and a clique
of Polish climbers who seemed very professional and intimidating. We gave up
after about a half an hour and played a Calvinball version of racquetball for
the rest of the evening.
The next day, we tried again: this time in the afternoon. The
atmosphere was a lot friendlier and encouraging, the room surprisingly
populated by mostly high schoolers. A random (qualified) person in the room
offered to belay us on the easiest route. When he got bored, the staff person
took over so we could both have a go. I say “easiest” but I really mean,
“climbs like a ladder until all of a sudden there’s a jut-ty out-ty part which
requires all arms and made me want to die.” Then we did those stationary bike
things for a while so we got some cardio.
The next day, I biked to work. Actually, that was probably
the easiest physically activity I did this week. One of the dudes at work who
was helping us move things had a Crossfit shirt so I joked that I was surprised
this town was large enough to support such an activity. He replied that he owned the gym with his wife and would my
supervisor and I like to come and check it out some time.
So of course on Friday, I check out Crossfit. Compared to
the climbing and other stuff I’d done this week, it was actually the most
constructive and least painful. The owner of the gym (the guy from work) was
one of the best trainers I’ve ever met. He was careful to check my form at
every step and talk with me about how to avoid injury/aggravating old injuries.
Well, Saturday I’m sore as a mofo so I go to yoga.
Thankfully, a yin-yoga instructor taught it and she was chill as the snow
fallin’ outside my window right now. I felt loads better after the class, but
then all the exhaustion caught up with me. I think I’ve slept…20 hours out of
the past 48? I’m getting better finally. I think learning to balance how much
activity I do compared to my current strength, endurance and overall fitness
levels is my immediate goal for the next week.
The view from my balcony today.
This is our snow gollum.