Today was the day, the day I had been waiting for all my life, I had an interview for my first job as a manager. I put on the Armani suit I had rented the day before and drove to the office in Bunbury where they had set up the interview. As I turned into the car park it hit me like a brick wall. “This was actually happening” I said to myself. I was going to be interviewing for a club in the Indonesian Nuswantara League (3rd Tier) called PPSM, yeah I know not exactly a household name but I have to start somewhere.

“So Mr Oliver, you don’t speak the local tongue, will this be a problem do you think?”
“I don’t see it being a problem as I feel I can pick up languages in a short space of time.”

“Being 20 years old will you be able to control the players when most will be older than you?”
“I don’t see this as a problem, I demand their respect and will give it to me ”

“If you do get the job, you’ll be working with slim pickings, is this something you are prepared to do?”
“Of course, I know how it is to be on a tight budget, I was a uni student after all”

“Ok Mr Oliver, thanks for your time, we will get back to you in a couple of weeks with our verdict”

Good luck man!!! This should be a great story

Good start, looking forward to this!

Nice start mate. This has the potential to be a very interesting save/story. Good luck with it!

Good luck mate! Not seen anything in Indonesia before so should be really interesting!

Good luck! If you're anywhere near as talented at writing as your Aussie compatriots, we're in for a treat

I’d decided to call in sick at Kmart anticipating the call that could change my life. That defining moment that could shape your future into something special. It started getting late and I was starting to think that the call wouldn’t come. I felt the vibration on my thighs, no it wasn’t a vibrator it was my phone. My heart rate skyrocketed. I tried to contain my excitement just incase I didn’t get the job, not that it helped. I answered...

“Hello Mr Oliver, we are glad to announce that, granted you accept the contract, we would be delighted to have you manager our club.”

Bundled with joy feeling like I was the fuckin boss I responded

“Thankyou, thankyou so much mate, you don’t know how much this means to me”

“Ok, now your flight leaves in 48 hours so get packing, we have accommodation set up free of charge for you for 3 months until you can sort out your own.”

I hung up and thought to myself, what a sick cunt, while most people my age were living in their parents house masturbating 9 times a day, I was a fucking manager of a real football team.

Congrats on the job