Reincarnation ain't all its Cracked Up to Be

I have a son. He is now 19 and between Freshman and Sophomore year in college. I am a victim of the mother’s curse. “I hope your kids are just like you”. It is uncanny and terrifying. He is smart, charming, witty and totally exasperating. He is half way through his summer vacation and still looking for his summer job. Well, as he tells me every day when I force him off his butt to go out looking, “Padre, (for some reason known only to him I am his Padre) I have a job.” That is, he is still officially a part-time Pharmacist Technician at a large supermarket here, but they haven’t given him any hours since they cut back in February. So he will dutifully go out and fill in an application and be exhausted from the effort. I have a sneaking suspicion that he writes, under the entry for other interests, “Sleeping, renting out on-demand movies using my father’s money and eating”.
Of course those are not his only interests, he does like going out, playing his bass and guitar, oh and did I mention sleeping? He can write, and act, and do pretty much anything he puts his mind to. If he would only. I feel like I am living my life over, and it is as exasperating.