Is There Any Worse Pain Than Watching Your Children Hurt And Knowing You Can't Help Them?

I cannot begin to tell you how much it hurts to have to write this post. I've tried so hard to protect both of my children over the years, without actually over protecting and thus, smothering them. However, most parents realize that no matter what you do, there are just times when you cannot in any way help your child. No matter how badly you want to.

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Snooty Daughter was fired after her first day on the job, BY EMAIL, from the asshole's Crackberry. He didn't even have the decency to do it on the phone or the computer or wait until Monday. He emailed her at 10:30 PM Friday night, after her first horrendous day, telling her she was history. He was also kind enough to tell her someone else would be taking her place on Monday, since she couldn't hack it without prior training (which he promised her he'd do, but did not). Is that sleazy or what? I just think it's deplorable, but certainly no less than I would expect from some Hollyweirdo jerk off. I would love to hurt this man and just before he passes out, I could tell him what a heartless void of a prick he is and that he is going to burn in Hell someday for the pain he has inflicted on others throughout his life (because with people like this, you know this wasn't the first time he's hurt someone).

However, once I got over crying about the pain this put my baby girl through, and once I got over my initial anger, I realized that surely this must be a blessing in disguise and that she probably unwittingly dodged a huge bullet (you know, like the size of a small missile). It just means that it wasn't meant to be and that there is something else out there that is meant for her. I firmly believe that everything in life happens for a reason or to direct you down a road that you would not have otherwise chosen. Life is so fragile and the road is riddled with many bumps and curves we are never ready for. I suppose that's what we really try to prepare our children for. The way they handle life's little difficulties. I must tell you that SD is handling all of this far better than I. I want to hurt this man. Badly. She has already accepted this outcome (after her initial Tears Fest) and moved on, albeit in an unemployed mode. I want to go find this dickhead and slap the snot out of him, then I want to smack the shit out of him. I can wear plastic. You know. Like Dexter. For at least several days or more. Okay, make it a month. Can you tell which one of us is the adult? Right. It's not me.

So, the only joy I can get out of this is to tell you who this asshole is, since I couldn't really tell you before, for ethical reasons. Now, as I toss caution out the car window at 90 miles per hour, I shall reveal the company's name to the world with a great deal of pleasure. Surely I should have realized the *little people* are sent packing every hour of the day, every day of the week, every week of the year, by the Big Guys who think the world only revolves because of their presence in it. I just thank God that is only true in their world, and not in mine. It certainly isn't true in the Real World, rather like the movies themselves, which are, of course, ruled by the Power Of The Almighty Buck. That is truly the only reality in Hollyweird. The Almighty Buck AND Perfection (by way of good plastic surgeons and genius cameramen). This would explain why there are so many homeless and crazy people living on the streets in L.A. They are probably all fallen rejects of some heartless asshole who told them they had a job and once they stepped onto the Magic Carpet for a ride, it was whisked out from underneath them with the precision of a master surgeon, therefore giving them a boot up the rear end wazzoo, as a farewell. I mean, how special is that?

Granted, if one plans to move to California and try squeaking their way into *The Industry*, then one must have skin like a rhinoceros. Although I would probably have jumped off the nearest tall building without a second thought, my sweet SD, just picked herself up and is trying to move along, not letting it effect her for more than a 24 hour period, which is now over. Still, I am the one having a problem with this and being the Scorpion that I am, I want to make someone else hurt. No. I want to SEE SOMEONE IN PAIN over this. Unfortunately, that would not help anything and only serves to piss me off even more, so I will, with great regret, let this matter go. But, if I ever get the chance to serve this man's revenge up cold, then I will do so with more style than anyone ever has or ever will. Pfffft! As If. Okay, I just made myself laugh like a looney over that statement.

Perhaps this means that her original *after college plan* of going to law school back here in Texas is suddenly more of a reality than I initially thought. Hey, that can't be all bad, right? A Texas girl has her adventure on The West Coast and decides to return to Texas, where her whole life and adoring family awaits her. In A Perfect World, huh? Whatever she decides, we will always love her and think she's the most brilliant star in the sky. Who gives a crap what the Hollyweirdos think. That man was probably a pervert anyway. I mean if the shoe fits....