Every two weeks. That's what I enjoy -- every two weeks. You might be wondering why I enjoy every two weeks and that's because I get my paycheck. Every two weeks at 6:00 a.m.

Like everyone else, I work pretty hard for the checks I get. I work almost 40 hours a week (depending on the week) and sometimes overtime if there's any wiggle room. I pay out of pocket for benefits (thanks Obamacare), and I have one of the lowest-paying jobs in the healthcare field. I'm a phlebotomist, meaning (for those of us who don't know our actual job title) I take blood for a living. Yes, I'm in the business of taking blood, if you want to see it as that in a weird, "Repo! The Genetic Opera"-type way. I'm part of the millions of Millennials that are typically working what seem to be decent jobs but making minimal pay. Seemingly I'm putting myself through school while I'm up to my neck in bills. According to the Wall Street Journal, two-thirds of all Millennials carry at least two long-term debts that are outstanding, while 81 percent have at least one long-term outstanding debt and according to Bloomberg Financial, the national college debt falls at $29,400.00, with the average student debt being $41,286.60. With those statistics, most Millennials don't understand the difference between private student loans and federal and trust me, neither do I -- I'm just lucky to be getting some sort of financial aid to help lessen the blow of paying out-of-county tuition. Unlike most Millennials, I'm one of the lucky few who got a job straight out of school.

I graduated high school in June of 2006, just as the recession was tanking and our President was just another Bush (for lack of a better term). My school never taught us how to prepare and survive for a long term recession, from which I'm sure our economy will never recover. After being in and out of school for most of my young adult life, I took a much needed break, moved and worked in another state, moved back home and decided to, once and for all, pursue a career in the medical field and then making the final decision of doing the most selfless job that anyone can do. At 26 years old, I decided that I wanted to become a nurse. Long gone are the days of eating ramen noodle soup because, as a typical college student, that's all I was able to afford with money I was getting from working for a Mouse. So, why am I writing this? Why should I be worrying about my paychecks on the weekend? Well, for one, my paycheck that consisted of overtime is mostly gone to all my bills; two, with the impending election coming up, I've heard more about "Crooked Hillary" and about emails more times than I've heard anything on education (and in my defense, I honestly don't pay attention to politics and I'm the most non-political person around and won't engage in political conversation because I literally know nothing about politics. True story, and because I worry for my brother. I have an 18-year-old younger brother that I worry about almost daily. I worry more for his education than I do about anything else. I worry about the legacy that I leave behind for him in a country that's nothing more than screwed in every which way to Sunday. With the profession that I decided to take, I'm sure I'll make all the money back that I've laid out for everything, and when my brother has made up his mind on what he wants to do with his life, I'm sure he'll make better decisions than the ones that I've made. I'm still learning -- I'm only human.