Okay, I get it. The world is smaller, population larger, and
employment pool shallow. So, if we want to survive in this world, we better be
able to fend for ourselves. Get creative and learn how to make money in
non-traditional ways.
But, is this idiot serious?
Wait. Let me back up for a second. This part of the
backstory is important.
I got my first email address in 1997. It was an exciting
time for me. Mostly, because I worked for a company that created and
implemented healthcare software. I think. Honestly, I was the greenest person
where IT was concerned.
No joke. Ten years or so prior to getting that job I sat in
an office only a mile up the road as my mom worked an on-call shift and I uttered
the words, “nobody in the world will ever use those stupid computer things. Who
wants that in their house?”
Yeah.
In my defense, computers in the late eighties weren’t
exactly the graphic wonders of ease they are today. They were big and clunky
and so expensive my mom would have needed five jobs just to afford one of the
things.
Fast forward to 1997.
Computers, for better or worse, were a thing everyone wanted
in their house.
Oops.
Tired of a life of being a retail whore, I decided to get an
entry level job in an office. Your friendly Receptionist, Jenn, at your
service.
I started as a temp. It was the easiest work I ever did. And
I don’t mean to demean Receptionists by saying that, there is a lot of work to do, it’s just, that work isn’t exactly
solving the world’s problems. Or coding software.
Learn the phone system, everyone’s name, and password to the
computer and literally anyone who can say “Thank you for calling MMS, how can I
direct your call?” can do my first corporate job.
Monkey work. I was fucking great at that job. Zero real
responsibility. Twice the pay I made at the mall. Every weekend off. Button
pusher. Big fake smiler for visitors and employees. If I wasn’t doing what I
was meant to do with my life right now, I swear I would go back and get a job
as a Receptionist. One with zero ambition of advancement.
But that’s another story. This one is about why all that time
in corporate America has me questioning the motivations of people in these
modern times.
As a gal working with a bunch of techie types in most every
corporate job I ever held, I guess I was at an advantage over the average Joe. I
got my education on the job.
As little as I knew about the online world when I started
that first job, nowadays, I’m pretty well seasoned to the internet-at-large.
1997 was the same year I heard the term ‘urban legend’ for the first time.
I distinctly remember when and why one of my co-workers
shared those two glorious words. An email. Of course it was a freaking email.
There was no other way to internet scam people back in those days other than through
email.
We didn’t have social media. We had chat rooms. Nobody even
used their real name, we certainly weren’t asking for each other’s bank account
information. We talked about stuff like football and movie stars.
The email in question, however, scared me. Some poor person
had their kidney removed and woke up in a bathtub full of ice!
I mean, can you even imagine?
I was a club girl. For years my nights from Thursday through
Sunday were spent in dark, smoke-filled, loud-as-fuck nightclubs. Most of the
time I was broke. And I loved (correction: still love) to dance. I also despise
falling over. So 90% of the time I went dancing, I was stone sober.
Club guys didn’t like that. They wanted me drunk and
pliable. Sucks to be them. Thanks for asking, you can get me a bottled water
and I’ll let you grind up on me on the dance floor. But you probably won’t be
taking me home. This is about dancing mofo.
So, when I opened that email I started thinking of the other
10% of the time. The times I went out and actually had a couple bucks to spend
as well as a desire to get plastered. How easy would it be to wake up in a
hotel room after being drugged? How easy would it be for someone to surgically
remove my kidney and leave me to die in a tub?
I clicked forward and sent that warning to most of the
people I knew.
Moments later, I learned the term urban legend, as provided
by one of the techs at the company. He was, of course, nice enough about it but
made sure to let me know it was in fact a scam.
From then on I learned to filter the internet through my
cynicism before forwarding anything.
But, just to be safe, I pretty much stopped drinking when I went
dancing.
That urban legend email was the day my curiosity with the
interwebs came to a screeching halt. Wait, what? People try to steal your money
online? And nobody has lost a kidney in a hotel bathroom?
My mind flashed back to the office with my mom. I suddenly
wished I’d stuck to my guns. Computers were nothing more than a big waste of
time. Right?
I got all the scams, but was lucky enough to know they were
false. So, I guess I assume that twenty years later everyone with an email
address has seen and dismissed just about every email scam that’s ever been
tried. That old scams were forever a thing of the past.
That is, until I opened my email this morning and read this:
Dear: Friend.Assalammu'Alaikum I am Mr Hamza Mohammed, I need your assistance to transfer
an abandoned sum of(US$20.5million us Dollars) into your Bank account
50/percent will be your share,50% for me and 10% for any income expenses that
will come during the transfer,I need your assistance only keep the business
secretly. No risk involved but keeps it as secret. Contact me for more
details. Please reply me through my alternative email id only for confidential
reasons,( mrhamzamohammed8@gmail.com ) I am waiting for your urgent respond to enable us proceed
further for the transfer. Yours faithfully,Mr Hamza Mohammed.
Really?
I mean, if this former tech neophyte could learn what not to
do online then I figured everyone with an email already knows to filter shit
like this to spam.
Who is still falling for this con that someone is still selling this con as legit?
Does anyone think they might hear about millions of dollars in abandoned money (earmarked for them) in a
freaking email? No, I mean, like I said, I was once very green too but come on.
Even back then I never would have fallen for something like that. Who just
gives a stranger their bank account information?
Who reads this and thinks, “Oh good, my ship finally came
in!”
The email alone tells us everything.
Things wrong:
1. The email sender: mrhamzam9@aol.com. I know some people
still use AOL but, really? Again, welcome back to 1997. I’m pretty sure if I
get an email that someone wanted to give me up to 10 million dollars it would
come from @lawfirmofchoice.com.
2. Math. Look, I’m a writer and numbers aren’t exactly my
forte if you will, but even I know the clichĂ© of “I gave it 150%” can’t be
real. 100% is the actual maximum available. Especially when we’re talking about
a finite number. For example, “US$20.5million us Dollars.” So if we take “50/percent,”
and add that to “50% for me,” then again add 10%, I’m simply left scratching my
head. Where exactly does Hamza expect to find “10% for any income expenses”
lying around? Which one of us must sacrifice our $2mil to these foreseen expenses?
3. That grammar. I literally can’t even. That sentence is
about as fragmented as it gets and it still makes more sense than any single
sentence in Hamza’s email.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind the 1997 throwback
(especially with a book set in the mid-nineties about to drop [Makeup Your Mind] I’m pretty much
all about the decade right now), but the guy might as well have told me someone
was going to steal half my liver and stitch me up with yarn.
I know better. That 10% of the time I spent drinking took
care of my liver.
Try again Scammy McScammerson.
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