What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?
-- Ayn Rand, Anthem (Chapter 11)
At one point she said "you're brainstorming on the theft questions, is there something you need to tell me?" They will almost always pick a question and tell you something like this: it's a way to get you nervous, agitated or angry. They'll grab a handful of papers, walk out for a few minutes 'to review', leave you stewing, come back and throw a concern at you. All the while, you're on candid camera also. When they get back, they hope you're gonna say something new.
A lot of good information included whether or not you have anything to hide.
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Whenever my wife asks me why I never wear pants around the house I simply remind her:
"A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on.” - Winston Churchill
The truth wears NO pants!
That round is down range. Nothing to do about it now.
She didn't come right out and tell you that you flunked, because she doesn't know yet. As I said in an earlier post, despite how she scores the sheets, another examiner will run quality control on those sheets. Polygraphs aren't about the machine, they are about the interview. The box is a tool or a prop. Nothing more, nothing less. Yes, depending on which school the examiner went to, they usually get a great deal of physiological training on autonomic responses of the human body. That said, polygraphers get good when they do a lot of interviews.
Within most police departments and HR offices, there are usually a few people who are known for getting results. It is because they do literally thousands of interviews. Practice really does make perfect.
There will be other opportunities, and as you said, perspective. Life is more about balance than it is getting what you want all the time. Live and learn. Learn and improve.
Be safe.
Whenever my wife asks me why I never wear pants around the house I simply remind her:
"A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on.” - Winston Churchill
The truth wears NO pants!
FIFY
The poly is just a head game where some people will abuse their position to screw with you. Others do it to see what gets a rise out of you.
Screw it,
IMHO.
Spending quality time with family is more important than a job. I've left jobs when the family was in need vs staying. Their loss.
The Great Kazoo's Feedback
"when you're happy you enjoy the melody but, when you're broken you understand the lyrics".
Don't be too upset just yet. I took a polygraph for a job once...the examiner was a King-Sized A-Hole. He made me so angry that I literally wanted to beat his face into the desk. He told me how badly I'd done, that I was obviously being deceptive, that I was obviously trying to defeat the test, and so on. Then he did the leave-the-office thing and came back and abruptly ended the test. Told me to leave.
From there I had to go take the psych test (the old 800-odd question MMPI test that took about 3 hours). I called my wife and told her how badly the polygraph went and that I wasn't going to bother going for the psych test. She convinced me to go through with it so I wouldn't have to explain to another prospective employer why I didn't follow through with the process. So, I did. I took the test in a really foul mood and probably a very bad frame of mind.
I got the job.
The moral is, you never know. The polygraph is only one small piece of the package an employer looks at.
Stella - my best girl ever.
11/04/1994 - 12/23/2010
Don't wanna get shot by the police?
"Stop Resisting Arrest!"
One of the jobs of the polygrapher is to get a little under your skin. Some of them take it a bit far.
Don't ever believe anything they say - and take it all as a game. Just smile and answer the questions.
What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?
-- Ayn Rand, Anthem (Chapter 11)