I've had it up to here with fucking kids!

Our nineteen year old, the only one of our five boys still at home, is driving us fucking nuts! He seems to have unevolved into a basic life form. Amoebic almost. He is literally a cardboard cut out of his former self and has lost the ability to move forward without a boot up the arse. Sometimes I wonder if he may inadvertently discover time travel because if he goes any slower, he'll actually start going back in time. He is closer to doing absolutely nothing than plankton and his enthusiasm for finding a job is T-minus something.

Anyway, my wife and I found him a vacancy on a 'JOB' website and he has managed to get an interview. This morning he has a second interview. We had to get him up, sort out anything we could find that might be used as I.D (because he has lost or destroyed any he did have), give him bus fare and make sure he left on time.

I'm cautious about him getting the job, if I'm to be honest, because I can see me having to do the fucking job for him.