Time. How quickly (or slowly) things get done. These days it feels like Time is mocking me. Sneering at me, “You can’t deal with the slowness. And you think you are a Hoosier!”.
Since moving back home, I’ve encountered reverse cultural time shock.
I’m used to things getting done in a certain time frame. Appointments going quickly. Clerks taking care of items in little time. I know what I can plan on getting done. But I have been sucked into a reverse dimension here. I repeatedly hit a time wall. Time isn’t what I thought it was. Time is much longer in the middle portion of the US.
I ran smack into the wall again today. I expected a 30-minute dentist appointment. In. Say hello. Fill out paperwork. Get X-rays taken. Scrape, scrape. Thoroughly but quickly. Polish. Lots of teeth advice. And then “See you in six months!”.
Instead, it was as if I was in a time warp. At one point, the thought crossed my mind that maybe I should have taken half a day off of work.
“Baah. No. That’s ridiculous,” I told myself. And yet, time ticked by. And I realized, once again, that time has a different meaning here. Back in the Midwest. Back in the heartland. Back in the Hoosier state.
I know I am not the only one that this slowed down sense of time bothers. A few weeks into my new job, a coworker independently volunteered his frustration about the slow sense of urgency in getting anything done. “Oh good, it’s not just me,” I thought. “He’s a Hoosier too. I can be a real Hoosier and still be utterly irked by how slow everything gets done.”
So is it really reverse cultural time shock? Or a weird space-time continuum that I find myself in? A special vortex in the middle of the Hoosier state where time grinds to a halt? I’m not sure, but hey, I have all the time in the world to ponder it. As the minutes and hours of appointments, errands, and tasks tick by.