Yesterday, my stepbrother, who's been living with us for about 8 months, quit his job.

Now, let me tell you a few things about my stepbrother. He is eighteen years old, as of November. He dream of being in the US Armed Forces so bad. He has no source of income, and did so bad in school that if we hadn't sent him to an adult school(I say "we" because my sister and I ended up doing all the research and paperwork), he'd have had to start High School from Freshman year all over again. He used my stepfather's name as a reference to work at the same company(I am also starting there soon), and he quit his job because he didn't like rebuilding boxes.

The job in question is at transport company that handles shipping goods and moving for military families. Rebuilding boxes is something that employees in the moving division(for which I also applied for and got the job last week Friday; I've yet to be scheduled in, though) do every day; they move so much stuff that it's better business to recycle boxes. In fact, every employee has a quota; so this is done every day. On top of that, the work is hard: this is bare bones, manual labor, day in and day out, for long hours. Loading trucks, moving furniture, moving large stock up and down stairs if elevators are unavailable, the works. The kind of thing someone like me is suited for(having a background in lifting).

My stepbrother quit because he didn't like to work hard. Dad keeps tabs on him; in the short, three week span of him working, he's made something of a reputation for being whiny and lazy. In fact, I heard that he was even recently left off a job at the yard because he refused to move something. He's been coming home bragging of how hard he's work, and how badly he deserves rest, like none of us are privy to his actions. And now he's quit.

When he first moved here, he had no personality to speak of. Then he latched onto my cousin(Who has had three tours in the middle east) as a role model. He emulates his personality in the most flawed way; my cousin is a family man with eight kids. He copies all of his shitty, frat-boy coping mechanism behavior. Kid jokes and farting. That's what he took out of an example of a good man who fights to protect his country.

All he does is ask for stuff. His mother has been loading a cash card for him to get whatever he needs, but he asks us do buy shit for him all the time, so he can go waste his money on RedBox movies and energy drinks. He got my cousin to buy him a whole years worth of protein shake mix; We got him a whole bunch of workout equipment; all for a workout regimen that fell short like four days after it's inception. I even bought him a birthday gift, which he immediately gave to someone else. This kid is spoiled to the point that acts as though he comes from privilege. He expects everything to fall into his lap because as far as I can tell, since his arrival here it fuckin' has.

Now. Did I mention that he wants to join the Army? He just quit a job-his only current source of income outside of dear mom and dad-because he thought building boxes was hard. Does he think basic training will be easier? Holy shit. But I digress; he used my stepfather's name(as did I), on recommendation for hire. The position he applied for and acquired was "Summer Help" and he didn't even make it to the FUCKING SUMMER. The big part of this is Dad's name; my stepbrother utterly fails to see that his actions reflect on us. Dad looks like an idiot for getting Pacific Transfer to hire a lazy fuckface shithead whiny DIPSHIT, and O'ahu, being a small island in the middle of an ocean comprised of basically one fucking city, word travels fast. It's embarrassing. Every adult in this house is pissed(well, the three who matter, which amounts to my parents and I) and the general atmosphere of home is suffering.

And now he's making plans to run away back to mommy in Oregon. Running away from his problems. After his father and my mother sank so much money into helping him feel at home here and trying to transform him into a functioning member of society. I am so angry at this little fuck that I literally have to keep myself from hurting him. He's sleeping seven feet away from me right now; and I could easily lift him up and snap him in half like a fucking twig but I'm trying my damnedest not to, I could SNAP HIS NECK WITH ONE HAND, I COULD DO IT, I REALLY COULD DO IT RIGHT NOW.

but I won't.

I'll just sit lay here and scribble something angry on a piece of computer paper because he isn't even worth it. I've watched people I love distress over this piece of dog shit and for nothing.

And I can't even do anything about it.

Edit: Just to put this into perspective; he quit a job he worked at for three weeks, which was all but handed to him after spending three months searching for(and turning down food service jobs because he's an idiot) a job, while up until very recently I've been busting my ass working two demanding jobs, and will be again as soon as I start working for the very company he just quit.