Cleaning and maintaining the laser cutter at work is somewhat ominous. Not because it’s worth around £15,000 and should I break it, it’d take me over two years to earn enough cash to pay for it on my meagre part-time wage — nope, more because of the key word: laser.
Now, I’m not talking one of those pissy-farting things you get in little “laser keyrings” that are actually just red LEDs, I’m talking a laser that can burn through wood, plastic, metal and my bloody arm if I forget to turn it off. As you can imagine, I not only switch the beast off, but unplug it and say a few prayers to the Great God of Laser CAD/CAM equipment before even lifting the lid.
So, why is it that despite this ritual I still flinch everytime I pass my hand under the little box of mirrors and lenses that project the sharp red beam onto the laser bed? Be honest, am I a scaredy cat?