My precious, darling, wonderful, terd head son!

Well, as some of you know. Jonathan had a job at Kroger. Because that is where he wanted to work, because it wasn't so demeaning to him. Well, he lasted there about 2 weeks maybe three. Well, so he starts complaining a week before we go camping that he stays bored at work and isn't liking it very much and that this boy at church said they he could get him a job working at Taco Bell making $7 an hour. So I told him that if he wanted to work at Taco Bell that it was fine by me but he couldn't quit Kroger until the other job came thru for him.
Thursday that we are to go camping-
I call one of my buddies and ask her if Jonathan needed to come and mow her yard and she said yes and then she asks me about what Jonathan is going to do about money now that he doesn't have a job anymore. Excuse me!, I say. I tell her he still has a job he is just wanting to find a different one. She says, No, he told me Monday that he had quit on Sunday, the day before. Now mind you- he had went to work on Monday, Tuesday, even had to stay an hour late on Tuesday, and went to work on Wednesday and was going to be off on Thursday. The more I thought about it the madder I got and so I called James and told him to find out what was going on. In the mean time I called Kroger and found out that- in deed, Jonathan had quit Kroger on Sunday in the middle of his shift. KABOOM! I was ready to kill! Where in the crap had he been those days he left for work? Well, I call James back after I got tired of waiting on him to call me back and unload on him and tell him he better kill him before I get to the camper because I was over this BS. So, supposedly he took care of it and told him he had to start at McDonald's as soon as we got back from camping.
Monday the 7th-
I told Jonathan he had to go out and find a job or else that day. So he does just that. He is now working for Bunch Marine washing boats and doing all their weed eating. When I got home last night he was dead on the couch and I made him get up and go to his baseball camp only after resting for 25 minutes.
I have no mercy for him. He said last night it was a lot different than Kroger and I said well that is what you said you wanted something more laboring.

When will he ever learn? Why is he so stupid? Does he need counseling or do I?