Grouchy Old Elf

I’m strapped this week. I have exactly enough in savings for one more week of rent on my parcel (which will come due on Friday) and then that’s it. I haven’t gone out–nor have any of my alts–because we can’t spare enough for tips. I wasn’t scheduled to host at Hotlanta all this past week, and yet…well, I feel guilty for saying it, but I don’t really mind. I’d like hosting at a club if it weren’t for the damn people. I don’t mean most of the people who go to dance and chat and socialize; I mean the chatspammers with their fucking HOOOO!s and -vV-HOWLZ-Vv-es and talking tummies and flooding ASCII crap. I can’t STAND it. I don’t see how anyone CAN. And when I’m “on the clock” I feel like I have to be extra nice and hospitable and not complain about it.