Getting stuff out

I really don't know what to say here, I just need to vent a little bit... or organize.. or drain.

I'm injured. I have been since a car accident over two years ago. It's not completely debilitating, but I am in pain pretty much throughout the day. Last Monday I got a recommendation from my doctor for a pretty serious surgery. It's a lot to think about and I'm trying not to do any thinking about it, until after the holidays.

Fat chance. I think about it everyday.

On top of that- I may be getting a job offer from the designers down the street. Maybe. I have a super secret meeting with them tonight after work. This may cause some problems with Perry, because they are clients and 'friends' of Perry and this showroom. Since the designers have mentioned having this conversation, I have gone through a range of thoughts about the potential job.

Sometimes I feel really bad and I can't imagine telling Perry that I am leaving. I think of how upset and hurt he may be. Not to mention what the ownership's response might be... I think it would come as a shock to them all. I wonder if there is a way I can slyly sneak out by combining it with the days out for surgery? Somehow make it seem like it's not as bad as it sounds.

But then on days like today, when Perry does something ass-hole-ish, I can't wait to leave. I have even thought about making sure he knows every time I'm pissed off at him, so that he may understand part of the reason I am leaving.

I know, that sounds too mean.

"Hey, ladies..." - Tucker (updated 12/7/11)

Meet my new addition, Tucker:

I've been wanting a kitten, so what the hell. My life's changing anyway, right? Boyfriend is not exactly thrilled, but he's being a good sport. I'm sure he will love Tucker when he meets him, though. How can you not love a little guy that chews on walls and chases chair legs?

Last night, he thought my eyelid was a toy... because it was moving.

Update 12/7/2011

I've realized after watching Tucker for the last couple days, that he lives his life in a series of 'Versus'. For example:

Tucker VS. Ball

Tucker VS. Shoe

Tucker VS. Tail

Tucker VS. Wall

Tucker VS. Kitty Litter (and subsequently, anything that might be in the litter box)

Tucker VS. Air

(There's also a "Tucker Smash!" that Broomie and I made up yesterday. This refers to when Tucker chases your feet and/or nothing, then either gets kicked, tripped over and/or smashes right into whatever large object was in the way of his projected route)

This might be because he is a kitten and wants to play with everything. But I'm wondering if there's some life lesson in here for me. Like maybe I need to take my life more as a series of 'versus', too. Break things down a little bit, rather than freaking out about everything all at once.

So, right now, it's Pluck VS. Wednesday... and Pluck VS. Step One of Neck Injury Resolution.