So, after writing here and getting prepared, I took off for the interview, my head full of technical terminology and answers to the potential questions I would be asked.

I arrived at about five 'till three, and felt pretty good. I walked into the building, and asked for the manager who's name I had written down.

One of the people manning the phones asked me to sit, and I waited for a while as people ran around and went about their jobs.

Once the manager arrived, an overweight, middle-aged man in a blue shirt and bifocals, I felt that I was ready to go.

He asked me over to where he was standing. I stood and went over, and we said hello and shook hands. He asked my name, and I told him. He then looked at me, and said "Well, Angst, I had you scheduled for two o'clock."

I was stunned, and told him about how I had called and left a message on his voice mail, wanting to confirm the interview time. He told me he doesn't have voice mail, and I desperatly attempt to remember the number that I dailed and the message that I left.

I came up blank, and repeated that I had called the manager, who's name was the only thing I could remember. I thought that the man in front of me was that manager, it turns out that he was now.

He said he was sorry, and I asked if we could possibly reschedule. He took a moment, and asked when I had called to confirm the appointment. "A little after one," I told him.

He just looked at me, and said "No, I'm afraid not. We have a real attendance problem here, and this just wasn't the way to present yourself." And so we shook hands and I left, dreams of a more secure job dashed against the bricks of reality.

I was depressed for the rest of the day, and that allowed the illness I was fighting off to take a stronger hold of my body. I went home, ate, and immediatly fell to sleep, only to be woken by Laura, returning from the kennel and upset that I hadn't done the cleaning that I promised.

I was too upset to care at the time, so I just went back to sleep, which really upset her. If it hadn't been for me waking up later in the night to explain things, then I'm sure the problem would have escelated into something that would have hurt the both of us.

So, now I just have to hope for the job that pays five hundred dollars more than double my salary, keep on the lookout for new spots opening up, and be more effecient with my contacts in the future.

The Wicca article on the front page it pretty interesting. I think that the fact that most Wiccans are ignorant of Sex Magick, how it is done and it's place in Wicca's history, it rather amusing. After all, the Wiccan ceremonies of today are almost nothing like Gerald Gardner did them. In fact, I bet that if you described a strict Gardnarian ceremony to most modern Wiccans (with mandatory nudity and ritual sex that everyone partook in), they'd say it was from other, crazy religion.

Ah well... For some reason, my interest in Sex Magick has increased recently. I don't think that it's hormones, either. I've just felt this desire to attempt it again, and to have full-on ritual sex. There's something special about it, this sacredness that fills you and surrounds you. There's no other sex like it.

Unfortunantly, my girlfriend and I are no longer magickal partners. We just found that particular aspect of our lives wasn't really one we were ready to share, since we're on such different levels.

Ah well, time will tell what ends up happening. Right now it's time for lunch. Sex Magick can wait for another day...