Iɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ Nᴀʀʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ I opened the screen door leading to the outside of my family’s house. Two dogs greet me: a big, black calf and a blond, hairy sausage with legs. I pet the former when I hear my father saying loudly (not yelling, speaking loudly uses the diaphragm; yelling uses the sanity), “What happened to the interview? Are you waiting for tomorrow? Or Thursday?” I had no idea he was awake. He appeared to be sleeping earlier, so I passed him, hoping to not wake him up. I picked up my paper so I could start the interview. “First question: what made you think about going to trade school?” “It was part of my job.” “How did you get to your current position?” I asked. He replied, “I worked my way up the ladder.” I asked if he was 100%…show more content… I can’t retire with a big mortgage!” “If your mortgage was paid.” It probably won’t happen soon. “I would take the family traveling and buy ‘toys’.” The “toys” are hot rods. His first love was cars. Probably makes my mom feel great about herself. “Want some ginger chews?” He tossed me the bag. I took the bag. “Thank you!” I dumped one out. Wow. My questions sound similar. “What do you think you’d be doing if you didn’t finish high school?” “Umm… I don’t know. I don’t know. Hard question.” He answered, “For sure I’d be struggling.” My dad came from a poor family. His parents had never asked about his education and he never knew what he wanted to do, like I know that I want to go into art. (Art is a way of life, yo.) His job didn’t require that he graduate from high school. He said he “wasn’t smart enough to go to college”. He was smart enough. he just didn’t try. Follow‐up question: What did he want to be when he “grew up”? “I wanted to be a cowboy until I found out how much they made. I was very good on horseback when I was young.” It takes a lot of money to have a…show more content… Silently. I continue with the interview. “If you could switch to any job, what would you do?” He told me that if anything, he would try his hand as an entrepreneur.
“In baking?” My dad is a very good baker, even though he does his brownies from Betty Crocker brownie mix.
“Cars.”
“Ohh…. When did you start your first job?” I continued with a, “What was it? Did you like it?”
“First job was Island Movers.” He told me that he lasted two weeks and got fired.
I asked how.
My dad answered. He had a trip planned and went on it. However, he had car trouble, so he used the truck. Then after, he went to fix his car. They fired him. “It’s about making money,” he finished.
“Last question,” I asked. “Did high school and/or trade school help you ‘grow up’?”
“Of course. Mostly trade school. It made me more responsible for things I did right and more accountable for the things I did wrong and things I didn’t do.” I had all of my answers. “Thank you for your time.” My mom was all, “Good job!” My manners really aren’t that bad, so no big