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Have you ever participated in Sex Magick
Yes, tantric-style. 33%
Yes, western/occultist-style. 16%
No. 50%

Votes: 6

 Oh my Golly!

 Author:  Topic:  Posted:
Jul 25, 2001

How could I possibly describe the interview yesterday? Why, with two simple words:

Shot Down.


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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...


dude, (3.00 / 2) (#1)
by Anonymous Reader on Wed Jul 25th, 2001 at 10:25:41 AM PST
You cannot get a job listening to all these Pixies albums. They were the quintessential slack off band of their time, and immersing yourself in that culture is surely the reason you are failing to get a job.

Been there, done that (none / 0) (#2)
by Peter Johnson on Wed Jul 25th, 2001 at 10:42:26 AM PST
What you're describing isn't that uncommon. I had an interview with a company called Getty Images a couple of years ago. I showed up 15 minutes early and waited 45 minutes for the manager. While I was waiting my pager went off letting me know that there was a problem at my current job.

I called up my work and they insisted I come in to fix the problem. We haggled a bit and they gave me 2 hours. When the manager arrived, he entirely failed to explain why he was 30 minutes late. I explained about the page to him and asked if we could reschedule the last 2 people on the 6 person interview loop. He blinked at me stupidly for a bit and then said "I don't like your attitude."

I was stunned. I explained that my attitude had nothing to do with it. I had an agreement with my current employer to be on call and I couldn't leave them in the lurch. I was quite professional about the whole thing.

The guy sniffed and said "it doesn't sound like you're serious about this position." I said, "thank you for your time" and left.

What's very charming is that 2 months later my consulting company submitted me (without me knowledge) to Getty again. The manager called them up to bitch about my bad attitude, laziness and general lack of worth as a human being. He told them that if they knew what they were doing, they'd fire me.

It was a deeply surreal experience.

Are you adequate?
Are you adequate?

Hrm... (none / 0) (#3)
by Electric Angst on Wed Jul 25th, 2001 at 12:19:43 PM PST
That's funny, I read your title, and thought you were talking about sex magick.

Yes, managers are an odd sort. It's just a bit of a shock running into someone so uptight after working in the relativly laid-back enviornment of my current job.

Personally, I think the best vengance would be to get the $3700/mo library job, buy a new SAAB, and park it right in front of this guy's office every day (as I arrive for work on time.)

In the dark times, will there still be singing?
Yes, there will be singing. There will be singing about the dark times. -- Bertolt Brecht

Just out of curiosity. (5.00 / 1) (#4)
by grey area on Wed Jul 25th, 2001 at 12:30:09 PM PST
since we're on such different levels

What kind of levels are there in Wicca, and on which one are you?

Not literally... (none / 0) (#5)
by Electric Angst on Wed Jul 25th, 2001 at 12:46:12 PM PST
First of all, I'm not a Wiccan. My Paganism draws on influences from Ifa, Huna, and several other sources, and I consider it diverse enough to cut myself away from the baggage that comes from calling yourself a Wiccan.

Now, as far as my girlfriend and I, it's not that there are these levels that you advance through, and we're seperated like that. What I meant would perhaps be better represented as saying "We're in such different places." We don't really connect well enough on spiritual matters to work together, at least right now...

In the dark times, will there still be singing?
Yes, there will be singing. There will be singing about the dark times. -- Bertolt Brecht

Last chance? (none / 0) (#6)
by forgey on Thu Jul 26th, 2001 at 08:15:38 AM PST
If you really want this job you could call the guy up and tell him that you are very serious about getting the job and hope that he will give you the chance to talk to him anyway even though you messed up the interview time. Offer him some references that will attest to your punctuality and reliability.

May not work, but it has been known to at least give people a chance.



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