Woops...slight roadblock

I am a financial nut.
No, no, I don't pour myself over the world of finance--I've never taken accounting or any business or economic class whatsoever. I am a financial nut because my brain is about the size of a nut when it comes to the whole money thing...mainly because I hate money and to be honest, I hate having money. I have zero security in money. It's paper. It's metal. When people have a lot of paper and metal, they get excited and go give away their paper and metal for things of substance--cotton, leather, heels, giant machines made out of more metal. I give away money a lot. Not only in the good sense, either. I don't donate to things as much as I used to, so I victimize myself in money masochism and switch my credit card balance for my bank balance. Woops.

UGH I hate money. Hate hate hate. I wish we worked on a bartering system.

So I applied to be a substitute teacher at the school system I went to. 2 years ago, I applied and everything happened in less than a week. I did test thingies to make sure I wasn't a criminal or pothead, and everything was peachy. Little did I know my cousin worked me up the ranks that week, so I didn't have to go through standard protocol, apparently. I applied to be a sub almost 3 weeks ago. I called 2 weeks ago to see what was up. The lady said I'd get a call in September to complete the next steps.

I just recently found out (as in last night) that whenever I get that call, it would be 2-3 weeks afterward until I actually got to sub. It would be slightly impossible to do that from Tonga, SOOOO I am back to square one and my parents think I am a total re-re because now I am freaking out over paying bills and such. Because I don't see the paper and metal on my online bank statement.

So I call employment services today and got this really cool guy on the phone. I told him my situation, and he gently let me down, saying that most people who are need employers are looking for longer commitments, but that I should check back on Tuesday. Then he asked where I was going for the PC. I said, "Tonga, it's in the Pacific Islands," and he said, "OH wow! I lived in Hawaii for years and I met lots of Tongans. Oh, they are such great people and let me tell you--you've never heard a choir sing until you hear a Tongan choir." My mouth kind of did that gentle little "pop" where my chin falls to the bottom of my neck and I blubbered "awesome" a lot and then he told me to email him my resume. So we'll see where that goes.
I also drove through Scottsville on my way home, carefulling keeping an eye out to see if any businesses had a "Now Hiring" sign in front. Dominos had a sign saying "NOW HIRING DRIVERS: you could earn up to ___" and then I looked away, not even wanting to know how much I could earn. Hmm. A Domino's Driver. I could drive.

Then I thought about how I need to sell my car soon. That would take care of my minute financial crisis, but then I couldn't be a Domino Driver and I wouldn't be able to go anywhere unless I borrowed my parents' or my brother's car...which, let's face it, may suck because then they'll be perturbed about my asking to borrow what I sold. Then they'll think I'm too irresponsible because I already sold my car.

THEN I cleaned out--literally--half my closet, to my sister's delight, and took the rest to a boutique in Bowling Green, and thank GOODNESS they took most of it. So maybe I can sell my car, my clothes, hopefully babysit, and maybe be a Domino's Driver.

I still think I should use my mad ukulele skills, pull up in front of the library, plug in my keyboard, and make it as a street performer. I think I have enough charisma.