The american idol experience-call centre style

So I was wrong. Today for my mass interview there were 12 people. We went into a meeting room and paired off to learn crap about each other. My chick was pretty awesome. She has a fat cat.
We then learned some junk about the company. Then....a test!
I did fairly well as even though i was not paying any attention whatsoever (there was a very hot Bulgarian guy sitting across from me and i kept wondering what he smelled like. That good looking, he has to smell awesome), i am a fairly good bullshitter.
As our recruiter guy "Chad" marked out tests, my new friend and i played a game of I Spy. Chad then asked 3 of the people, one of which is my new pretty friend, to stay behind while he showed the rest of us to the cafeteria.
Those 3 people got the boot.
Now everyone there with the exception of 3 of us, applied for this job through the company website. (The application is 37 questions of "Are you a shy person?", "Do you excel under leadership?" and a bunch of computer questions.)
So Chad got the three of us to do a lovely role playing thingy.
I have to say i rocked mine. I will tell that story at another time.
He then sent us 3 to another room to do this application. He wanted to see how much computer knowledge we had. So i waved good bye to my little Bulgarian chocolate. This appl. is supposed to take 45 minutes. I finished in 15.
I was bored. I then decided to amuse myself by drawing a picture of Chad with a balloon on the comp.
Two of the left behind people showed up. The others got cut.
I almost cried. My yummy new sex dream wa snot one of the 2. They had to do another test!
Chad is a sneaky bastard. While i was picasso-ing probably the best comp. paint picture i have ever done (I had shadowing for god sakes!), he was marking my test.
He then came in and asked me to go to another room. This made me nervous, but not nervous enough to pee my pants.
"You nailed that. Can you fill out these forms for ou to start on Monday?"
"But what about the other test?" I ask
"You dont need to do that one. We know where we want to put you now."
"okay, where am i going?"
"You will find out on Monday"

Ohhhhh! Secret shit! Maybe i will be decoding spy crap! Or hacking into the Queen's email!
Nope.
I am now an official "Internet Assistance Nazi". I am not sure if that is the real title. But it's the one i have chosen.
How did i find out? I had to fill out another appl. thing and it was on the bottom.

By the way, I signed like 4 million non-disclosure agreements. So you never read any of this.