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"My name is Miguel. I'm sixteen, and I currently work at AC Milan."
"That's right, it's the kind of terrible job where you have to clock in every day (training), deal with your boss (the coach), compete with a bunch of overachieving colleagues (Maldini, Nesta, and so on), and constantly deal with the demanding clients (opposing strikers)." -_-#
"My dream? Obviously, to retire early!!!"
"But my bosses keep saying I'm a once-in-a-century defensive genius, my colleagues like to ruffle my curls and call me cute, and even the scariest clients pat me on the head after I perfectly stop them (with a tackle) and say, 'Kid, you're going to be something special.'"
"Now I've received an invitation for a part-time job from the Spanish headquarters (a call-up to the national team). They say the workplace is even more competitive, the conditions are even harsher, and the KPIs are even higher..."
"All I want to say is, "
"I really don't want to go to work!!!..."
Miguel, an "honest" Spanish defender born in the 1980s! CP undecided for now.
Italian-Spanish mixed heritage. Club: AC Milan. National team: Spain.
Apologies for any OOC characterization.
Theme: Victory! Victory!
