Job #1: Complaint Desk Manager
As a complaint desk manager you take the annoying and endless whining that people have about stupid stuff. Boroman now works for a retail clothing company, and constantly customers will complain.
Boroman: (Muttering) Stupid government saying I wasn't an official therapist. You want to know why you dumb democracy?! (Now yelling) BECAUSE I'M A PSYCHIATRIST! THAT'S WHY!
Customer: Ummmm… Can I please ask why you were just screaming?
Boroman: Because my life sucks and the government hates me. Also, Gysengard is entering a recession, because market prices have shot down and the crime rate has gone up, along with the sudden increase in biscuits. Quite frankly the biscuit thing is the one that worries me.
Customer: Okay. Well. I just wanted to say that I bought this sweater thing and it has a hole in it.
Boroman: That's the hole where your head goes in. Also, that's a not a sweater. It's a t-shirt.
Customer: Ohhhhhhhh. That makes soooooo much more sense. Geez maybe you were a therapist.
Boroman: PSYCHIATRIST!!!
Customer: Uh huh…(slowly begins backing up and then runs for the exit.)
Boroman: I hate this stupid job.
Manager: I hate to tell you this Boroman, but your fired.
Boroman: Why!?
Manager: Well, you're the complaint desk, so when somebody comes to you and they complain you listen and tell them what's wrong. Right?
Boroman: Um yeah.
Manager: WRONG! You here them complain and then YOU complain to them or insult them about their complaints. Quite frankly, that is not nice.
Boroman: And quite frankly sir I don't like your haircut, clothes, or attitude. So neh. Oh, and I quit.
Manager: You can't quit! I just fired you! And my hair isn't that bad!
Boroman: Whatever stops the tears sir. Whatever stops the tears.
Manager: Security!
Boroman: (Runs out of the building through security screaming "FOR GYSENGARD!")