My father was a security guard. I was a security guard.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My dad worked for child protection.
My dad was a golden gloves boxer in the Marine Corps, then a deputy sheriff. My mom worked as an office assistant.
My father and brothers were in the military.
My mother's a police officer, so there was only so much trouble I could get myself into. But my father grew up on the other side.
I probably was as bad as a security guard as I was as a tie salesman.
My father was a sergeant with the Connecticut state police. My mother was a hairstylist.
My dad was a Navy munitions officer, and by the end of his career, he was a specialist in nuclear weapons.
My dad was a New York City cop. His father was a New York City fireman. And my mother's dad was a city taxi driver.
I didn't spend a lot of time with prison guards, but my father was an assistant district attorney for a long time so I was always hearing stories about prisoners and prison guards.
My dad was a cop. My mom worked at various jobs - she worked as a homemaker, a bank teller, a bartender.