I’m not sure how many people on here know I was an archaeologist, but crypto is so much less drama.

There’s no Jorge the Cuban dwarf who stole everyone’s girlfriend, no being stung 14 times by hornets and then finding the work truck was towed, no drive by Fabreeze-ings, impromptu rap battles behind the parking lot dumpster at a hotel in Bumblefuck, USA, drunk people falling into undiscovered tombs, or being escorted by the sheriff (from his car) because some ornery landowner said they’d paint the ground with your brains.

Also a lot less drinking, rattlesnakes, and machete injures (correlated?)

(Note to self: write a book on weird misadventures in archaeology)