Back when I was a kid there were these toys called Weebles. I don’t remember ever having one, or knowing anyone who did, but I can still remember the song from the commercial, “Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down”. You see, Weebles had rounded bottoms so that they couldn’t be knocked over from a standing position.
I don’t know how time and place specific Weebles were. But that commerical must have played hundreds of thousands of times during my childhood, it’s so deeply embedded in my permanent memory. Kind of scary, considering I can’t remember the birthdays of my closest friends.
Anyway, I feel a bit like a Weeble right now. I’ve been given a pretty hard shove. In the last year, alone: my mom passed away, I’ve had some pretty serious financial setbacks, a heartbreaking romantic failure plus some minor romantic misery and WAIT, this list is getting too damn depressing. The point is, I was starting to feel stable again. Starting to rebuild. And then this week I was laid off. SHOVE. But like the Weeble girl that I am, I’m not falling down. Nope. I’m bouncing right back up.
I have a date tonight with a new guy and I’m not cancelling it. We’ve had these plans since before I got the news on Thursday and I’ve already cancelled 2 dates because of that silly job. I’m not going to cancel another one.
Speaking of the dates I cancelled this week: the European and I were supposed to see each other again tomorrow night, but something came up and then he’s off for a two week trip. I think we’ll see each other when he gets home. But then, you never know about these things. I’ve tried to get in touch with Coach about rescheduling, as I was supposed to see him last night (but truth be told, I cancelled on him in the morning, but we didn’t have concrete plans – no time/place). I plan on getting in touch with the guy from Tuesday night, too. The one who left things til the last minute.
It’s going to take something a little bigger than this to knock me down.
Tags: dating, first date, job, second date