I actually feed peoples assumptions and love for people to make them about me. I am at first appearance a redneck. I hunt, fish, drink beer and generally do redneck things and talk with an accent. People underestimate you automatically. So I have an undergraduate in Finance, and MBA and a Masters in History. I have worked 40 years in the Energy Industry and have a pretty good job with a major oil company.
Really funny story, a friend of mine has a double major in Chemical Engineering and Electrical Engineering. He is a NASA lead programmer who works for a NASA contractor and designed all the software for the shuttle simulators and currently is the lead systems guy for the ISS. He is even more Redneck than me and has 40 head of cattle on a piece of land south of Houston. We hunt and fish there and one day we were building a blind to hunt Sandhill Crane. Season opened the following weekend. A young Game Warden (Cody) was driving down the road and pulled down my friends road and came to where we were sitting on the tailgate of my truck drinking a beer. He starting asking us questions about what we were doing and we said setting up a blind. He said what were we hunting today? We said only thing we can shoot today are Eurasian Dove and Rock Dove. (An invasive species and the technical name for pigeons) Strike one! He then asked if he could check our ice chest and we said sure. There was no illegal game in it. Strike Two! My friend said hey while your in there would you grab me a beer? He then proceeded to ask us why we were there and what we did for a living. My friend said those are my cows and I own this place which lead to his question about what we did for a living. After explaining one of us was in the oil business and the other was a rocket scientist he was really confused. My friend then asked him if he knew if Wimbral had a season on them. He admitted he did not know what they were. My friend explained they were a shore bird from South America that were very tasty. The Game Warden said well you can look it up on the state wildlife web site. Strike Three. At that point he said have a nice day, jumped in his truck and got out of there pretty quickly. He has not been back since and we wave at him every time he drives by. I can assure you he was ready to write a lot of tickets that day because of the assumptions he had made that turned out to be a little off.