Culture is an interesting thing. I'm sure you've been to a workplace with a great corporate culture -- maybe there is a lot of joking going on, or the people seem to genuinely like one another. And then, there's the oppressive culture at other workplaces or businesses -- kind of like the proverbial black cloud that seems to hang over the place. You can feel it. It's palpable. Where would you rather spend your time?
When Rich Sommerville was the editor of the local newspaper, he confessed that he hoped to change its culture. In fact, he was working on a doctoral thesis about changing newsroom culture so he viewed the local paper as a great testing ground. When the reporters didn't adapt the way he wanted them to, he set about turning over the jobs, hoping to "mold" the new people as he saw fit.
Sadly, Rich didn't achieve the results he hoped for with the newer employees. I think he forgot that a lot of strong egos lived in the journalism arena in those days and he also had to contend with the fact that the newsroom he managed was a small part of the paper as a whole and would never be able to undo the ingrained habits and culture that existed. After a couple years he moved on to another paper, and died of a heart attack before his work was completed.
All this is a roundabout way of getting to two of our local gyms, and the culture at each. First, South Yuba Club: a tad upscale for Nevada County. V'tae products used to compete for shelf space with sweats and T-shirts and, as the only gym at the time in Nevada City proper, it had a certain cache. It also has a pool, one of only 2 gym pools in the area. It's a bit more expensive.
Then we have Monster Gym, which used to be Courthouse Athletic Club until the Carvilles, owners of South Yuba, bought it, spiffed it up and changed the name. When we first moved here my husband joined Courthouse and I joined South Yuba. Since that time I have been able to add Monster to my membership for $5 more a month, doubling my offer of classes and equipment.
South Yuba has a quiet culture, respectful. People are there to work out, and the atmosphere is serious for the most part. Monster Gym is a whole other animal.
It seems as if everyone knows one another at Monster, and if they don't, you will soon get acquainted. The culture is extremely friendly, with everyone calling each other by name, smiling and chatting and joking going on as everyone works out. Mike, who is usually at the front desk, greets everyone by name and smiles, bantering some small talk about their family or their workout. Many people works in twos, spotting one another and visiting as they work out. Birthdays are celebrated regularly.
The class instructors all work out at the gym and can be seen outside of class, encouraging you to join in, whether it's spinning or Tai Chi. You feel welcomed, and included. At Monster, you are part of the collective -- at South Yuba, you work out alone.
There are people who probably appreciate the solitude of South Yuba, not wanting or caring to get to know anyone else working out. When I go there, no one asks where I've been or what I've been up to. But I sure feel welcomed at Monster, where, like Cheers, everybody knows your name.
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