Hello,all. Here goes my first polygraph experience,which went pretty bad as you probably already know. About 7 years ago I applied for an armored transport position with Garda. I went through the whole application process,and everybody I listed on my paperwork including all past jobs called me to rell me they were contacted,I had a physical,criminal history enquire with the DOJ cleared and everything. Passed all with flying colors. I drove about 2 hours to the test site and arrived there early. In my mind I had nothing to fear,after all I was as clean as they come. I was promptly made to wait for almost an hour,then was shown into a room that looked more like one of those interrogation rooms you see on CSI,one way looking glass and all. The polygrapher introduced himself as a friendly, easy going retired LA County Sherrif deputy. After being "plugged in" sensors and all,he proceeded to ask me what I now know are control questions then proceeded into the relevant questions. I was doing well,until he started to ask about drug use,at which point he turned off the machine and became a father figure giving me his own personal opinions that nowadays everybody was doing some drug,and it was no big deal as long as I was honest about such issues,as the all knowing,unfalible (like the Pope) machine would see through any attempt at hiding anything. I had never done drugs with the one exception of once having used MJ about 6 months previously, an experience I hated since it made me feel I drank a full bottle of Nyquil. Drugs were just never my thing, not even alcohol or nicotine. So I,being totally suckered told him about the one time a few months before, when thanks to an extremely hot woman I was persuaded to give an MJ cigarete a couple of puffs. With a big smirk on his face, he promptly unhooked me and told me I was no longer a candidate since I had a "drug issue" in his words. In not so few words the father figure promptly turned into Inquisitor In Chief and made me understand that I should be thankful I wasn't leaving the test site in handcuffs. A humiliating experience,to say the least. But as I reflect on it, I actualy feel fortunate to have gone through it as I now am striving for a career in LE and know what to expect. In the end I feel the machine had nothing to do with it. It might just as well have been Tarot cards instead. It was the cunning duplicity of the father figure poligrapher that got me.

lesson learned.;... never admit to anything. let them with their psychic abilities learn the truth. for we all know they can read minds. i feel badly for people like you that have not done anything really out off the ordinary. good people who seem to want to make a living. i'm sorry that he tricked you into believing that that machine was off, and that he really cared what you thought; even the truth will hurt you from time to time.