Thread: interviews

My first interview was not a job interview, but it did set the course for my future employment & retirement.

At 17 years of age I'm standing in the high school gym(in a small North Carolina town) watching the girls do cartwheels, about 9:30am. Into the gym walks two men in suits, who approached the coach, who in return points his finger in my direction. I knew immediately they were cops & I knew I was in for a long day. I'm taken to the police station for my interview. Two detectives & me in a room, a pen & note pad, on a small table.

One detective said, "We know what you and your buddies did Friday night, so list their names for the record, then we can all go home."

I said, "If you know what we did, then you already know who my friends are. I'm not writing sh*t down for you. I come from a family of cops(my father & grandfather) and I know my rights."

One said, "Well if you come from a family of cops, then you know whats next."

I then received about a 45 second ass beating (seemed like an hour).

One said, "How about them names, son."

I said, "No,,"

One said, "Fair enough,,,"

They took me back over to the cell, My case called in front of the judge about 3:30pm. My name called, the State told the judge I had given a full confession, admitting that I had done it all. Judge found "Guilty"

Before you go thinking a innocent 17 year old was railroaded,,,,well I was guilty as sin for Friday night & many other nights that never got me an interview.

But that first interview changed it all.

Originally Posted by Hirlau

My first interview was not a job interview, but it did set the course for my future employment & retirement.

At 17 years of age I'm standing in the high school gym(in a small North Carolina town) watching the girls do cartwheels, about 9:30am. Into the gym walks two men in suits, who approached the coach, who in return points his finger in my direction. I knew immediately they were cops & I knew I was in for a long day. I'm taken to the police station for my interview. Two detectives & me in a room, a pen & note pad, on a small table.

One detective said, "We know what you and your buddies did Friday night, so list their names for the record, then we can all go home."

I said, "If you know what we did, then you already know who my friends are. I'm not writing sh*t down for you. I come from a family of cops(my father & grandfather) and I know my rights."

One said, "Well if you come from a family of cops, then you know whats next."

I then received about a 45 second ass beating (seemed like an hour).

One said, "How about them names, son."

I said, "No,,"

One said, "Fair enough,,,"

They took me back over to the cell, My case called in front of the judge about 3:30pm. My name called, the State told the judge I had given a full confession, admitting that I had done it all. Judge found "Guilty"

Before you go thinking a innocent 17 year old was railroaded,,,,well I was guilty as sin for Friday night & many other nights that never got me an interview.

But that first interview changed it all.

Whoa!! What the heck?? You did get railroaded!! Didn't you become a cop??

I think that interview as you put it, would have seen me take law lol! Of course, I don't know what you did Friday? The charges might have been enough to make passing the bar impossible... But you were a cop no?

Yes, I did,,,as they say, 'I got my mind right."
& I learned it was better to be on the "giving" side, than be on the "receiving" side.