Butterfly

Imagine a place between Rupert and Alaska, filled with a population of ravens, eagles, wolves, killer whales and...........butterflies? Did you know that we, the outsiders of the tribe, are called butterflies? (well I guess that's a nicer name than some of the others I've heard). I'm sure you can imagine our dance and if not, go play shadow puppets and try to make a butterfly (it will all become clear, just don't forget to move around and chant as well). To celebrate my butterflyness, I bought a butterfly crest coffee cup (it's a beauty).

Feeling strong in my butterfly status I decided that I was going to use that strength to its advantage, which goes to show pride can be a useful thing but two days ago it was just plain stupidity. Upstairs in the leisure center, near the fitness center, was a variety of things in the hallway that needed to find their way downstairs. These items included two table trolleys, a ping pong table, a desk, a filing cabinet and a few chairs. I figured I could move all these items down a hall around a corner and down two flights of stairs to the lower multi purpose room. Now have I told you I am the most stubborn individual around so let the adventure begin.

The two trolleys were awesome, they rolled down the hall like a dream (Ok the corner was tricky but hey we reached the stairs no problem) and once picked up they almost floated down the stairs (as much as a tall individual like me can float- no laughing people who know me, I can float!). The desk was in pieces and I decided to just shove that item into another office upstairs (I figured the stairs would be too hazardous). Now between opening doors with my feet and dragging things the sweat was beginning to pour (trust me it definately was as attractive as it sounds) and I was beginning to feel sorry for myself.

Why you ask? Well no one was helping me! Did I ask for help? NOOOOO I thought I could do it by myself. As you can tell the conversation with myself was beginning to deteriorate into a whining binge. It got so bad that I was talking to myself and telling myself to suck it up! I had told everyone I was fine and so get on with it Kimberly! So what do I do? I try to tackle the ping pong table by myself as well.

Did you know that ping pong tables could be possessed? This one was determined to dent, bang or gouge anything in sight (no it wasn't my driving!). To make it worst I was remembering a conversation I had a few days earlier with my co-hort on how every dent and gouge is a wound to the carpenter who made the place and that he comes by often to check the place out...sigh, he was going to be crying if this table had its way (....so was I to be honest).

I reached the stairs and at this point I have to say my pride lost. A ping pong table almost landing on top of you makes you re-evaluate life and I sort of like mine! No worries the tale ends well as I finally asked for help (yes there is hope for the stubborn dutch, we just need to be hit by a ping pong table!). My last item to go down was a metal rack for the janitors closet. I thought he was going to be ecstatic.....yah......nope.

"That won't fit"

That man obviuosly did not have any idea of how my morning had gone because I made that sucker fit in his janitorial room no problem. Do not mess with a very frustrated, tired female becuase you may find TP and bottles flying out of a room as she single handedly fits your shelving in. No worries alls well that ends well! Since that day I have stayed far away from the multi purpose room and its memories. I also realize that butterflies though fragile pack a killer janitorial closet!!!