A Phlebotomist?

When people ask me what I want to do when I grow up, I deflect the question by saying that I 'will rule the world from the comfort of my living-room."
But occasionally, people want a real answer. I deflect AGAIN by saying what I consider myself to be good at (a long list, I assure you.)

With responses so obviously useless as the ones that I give, sometimes others discuss what they think I should do. These things can be funny, too.

For example. My mother and my Aunt were giving the subject much discussion. For my Aunt Nan, most suggested careers end up in the medical field.

I heard about the conversation later that night. Aunt Nan had decided that I should be a ...phlebotomist.
What does that mean? It's a person that draws blood. I almost passed out on my last experience with "phlebotomy." I had no idea what could have given her the idea that I would join the medical field.
I like Art. I like History. I like English. Medicine is the farthest from what I want to do.

"What would make Aunt Nan think that I would make a good. phlebotomist?"
And then it hit me. In a moment, the biggest pun ever came to my mind.

"It's because a phlebotomist draws blood. And I'm and artist."

Genius. And also, a little bit of inspiration.
For my work of the week.  

And so, I "drew" blood.