Every now and then the word “blockchain” appears somewhere in our daily life. It’s is almost always associated with getting fabulously rich, staggeringly poor or in some James Bond style theft of a large sum of money, a person with a Russian sounding last name hiding out in a 2nd world country.

When I was in my late thirties, I experienced a last day of work unlike most. Before the first 15 minutes of the morning were gone, I was punched in the mouth, my shirt was torn and the CEO had his hands around my neck.