I wrote before about the perils of working in an office. Particularly, the annoyance of receiving factually incorrect e-mail forwards. On second thought, the term “factually incorrect” isn’t the best choice of wordingÃ‚Â when we have much better phrases like “stupidly absurd.”
In that previous post, I wrote about the e-mail I received about intricately carved eggs. TheÃ‚Â forward showed egg shells that had been cut into artistic patterns and scenes. The e-mail read in part:
These egg shells below were cut with a high intensity precision Laser Beam. This gives a very good idea of what can be achieved with a Laser Beam. From this can be surmised what laser surgery performed on oneÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s eye is all about.
A small amount of Googling revealed to me that egg carving is a relatively common (yet technically challenging) hobby. Artists actually achieve such amazing results using a steady hand and a small drill — no where could I find any mention of an artist using a laser beam.
“Tim” commented on that post just a little while ago, writing that he received the same e-mail and found this site, a dentist’s office that posts the exact same egg photos as the e-mail, captioned:
These egg shells were cut with a high intensity precision Laser Beam. This gives a very good idea of what can be achieved with this tool and what laser surgery is all about.
Tim’s comment seems to suggest that this verifies the e-mail’s veracityÃ‚Â (though maybe he didn’t mean to sound that way). In fact, it appears to verify the bullshittiness of it — note that on the dentists’ site the wording is slightly changed to shill for their dental laser, offering a very plausible answer to my original question: why would someone make up the story about the laser beams, when knowing that artists did such delicate work using normal drills is just as — if not more — compelling? Why, to drum up business by “proving” the safety of using a laser as a cutting device, of course.
Today I was met with new office silliness. A coworker locked her keys in the car, and the same girl who sent around the egg e-mail (and just about every other e-mail forward I’ve received), suggested she simply call her mother on her cell phone and have her operate the spare remote keyless entry through the phone. I was . . . suspicious. She was adamant that her best friend had accomplished this very task while the car was separated from the remote by literally thousands of miles, from Boston to Chicago.
“I guess you’re going to look it up on the Internet, huh?” she said. “Well it doesn’t matter what Snopes [I nearly spat out my tea at the realization that she has learned the name. Small victory.] says, I know for a fact that it’s true because my friend did it.”
I find this lack of intellectual curiosity a little sad, but I’m starting to grow accustomed to it.
Oh, and the keys are still locked in the car.