You thought taking blood would be easy, after all you don't need to go to med school or anything. The first time you tried to draw blood, you passed out cold, hit your head and got a concussion. Okay, maybe this isn't the job for you.

You manage to pass your phlebotomy test and you get a job at your local blood drawing lab. The first day on the job you see people coughing and sniffling in the waiting room. There's a small, screaming child who is wiping boogers off on the seat cushions. You realize you catch cold at the drop of a hat and you’re slightly OCD. You grab the jar of hand sanitizer as you run to your car.

You get a job at your local Red Cross and are decent at your job. At $12 an hour you make enough money to make your car payment and handle insurance, but not the gas. You decide to live with mom and dad for a few more years until you earn enough to be able to drive to the next town at least.

You are well liked and well respected as one of the staff phlebotomists at your local hospital. There is plenty of work for you and you even pull in double shifts sometimes to make extra money. You work at a private physician's office one day a week for extra money and between the two jobs, make a comfortable living, good benefits and great job security.

You are the phlebotomy whisperer. You are on the on-call phlebotomist for several private physicians who use you to take blood from the rich and famous. They pay you top dollar because you have a miracle touch that can find a vein where no one else can. You have been invited to dinner at the White House twice. Beyonce leaves backstage passes for you at every single one of her concerts. You live in a posh home and make your own hours. Life is bloody good.