Job Hunting

Yesterday I had my first meeting at a London employment agency.
Considering how hard its been for me to get these people to open their doors for me, it makes my desire to work for the BBC look like the equivalent of aspiring to walk on the moon. In any case, I was finally allowed in to one of these places. They sat me down at a computer and asked, "Do you audio-type?" I said sure, I guess so, and I've always considered myself a pretty good typist.
"Don't curse yourself!" The lady replied.
Then, at that moment, I actually developed a sense of nervousness.
What if I really am a crap typist and have just been deluding myself all these years?
And if I fail these tests then... I really should just go home and desperately thank the CBC for allowing me to sit at their desks and bang out the notes I take while on the phone, be glad to not work at McDonald's or Marks & Spencer... (I am glad anyhow, every day.)
When I was finally brought back upstairs the interview process began. This is the part where they determine whether or not I have a personality, whether I bathe regularly, whether I pick my nose in public... I asked to see the test-scores.
The results? Well, lets just say there's hope for me yet. I wouldn't want to brag....