Qwerty, quickly

You know about typing, right? It's when you put writing and stuff on your computer. Occasionally, when you lose your senses and apply for a job in an office you may get tested at how good you are at doing this. You will be hungover because, lets face it, you usually are and the mean invigilator lady will yell at you to stop talking, and to write your name at the top of the page, and you will scrabble around desperately looking for a pen and Becky and Sarah, the people who are supposed to be your stinking friends for Christ's sake, will snigger because apparently she meant for you to type your name on to the computer screen. Then a man will yell 'start' and everyone will start banging their keyboards so loud that you have to take a moment to collect yourself and by the time you have collected yourself everyone else is turning their pages over and by the time you are turning your page over the woman who brought her own little typing stand thing is finished and is leaving. And you'll throw the dirty swot a look and think about smart things you should have said to the yelling invigilator lady.

Then suddenly you're out in the open and you're walking along the road wondering what just happened and why you're up so fucking early on a Saturday morning.