feel fell felt fuck

It’s the same old story.
I’m sore and tired and hiding the bruises.
I’m just below pleading with the boss not to fire me because I can’t work during the week all the time.
If I get canned again, I’ll welcome the time off until he calls to hire me back.
If he doesn’t call to hire me back then I’ll consider it a retirement until push comes to shove and I need the money. I can imagine all the other things I could be doing besides dancing and recovering, dancing and recovering. But I am ahead of myself. I’m still waiting on the verdict.
I had several dilemmas happen with modeling this weekend. One girl’s car broke down so she couldn’t make it to the event. That meant that the other girl looked out of place so they sent her home early. Then one of my girls was too sick to drive to her event 5 hours south, that meant that the girl that was going with her didn’t get to go either. It wasn’t very fun, but I took it in stride.
I have to say, even if I have said it before, that I miss feeling. It was an overload but I felt. 3 more hours till I get to go home.