Why is money so mean?

So, I am finally transferring as of now. The 28th is my first day at the store in the new mall. Only bad thing is that my car is a piece of crap. Ok, not really. But a bunch of gaskets are leaking and/or broken and it is going to cost close to 415 dollars. I don’t even have half of that because stupid Transformers had to come out so I had to buy midnight tickets online for me and Ana costing me 22 dollars. I could have at least 180 dollars if I hadn’t had to do that! Transformers was worth it though…the 22 dollars, not the set back in getting my car fixed because I have no air conditioning and this next week is supposed to stay about 90 degree weather! And I wear black pants for work! Which leads me to the question that is my title: WHY IS MONEY SO MEAN?

 

I think we should start bartering with rocks…there are PLENTY of those lying around…