Poetry submissions and Jobs

I got a hair up my ass today and decided I really needed to submit some poetry to different journals. So far I've successfully submitted to one place now I'm just trying to find some other journals and publications. Just trying to make a name for myself and push myself towards my dream. Though I never thought it was so hard to write a short bio about yourself. I know myself I know where my writing comes from but I don't want to sound stupid or like I'm full of myself.
Anyway, lately I've been focusing on trying to find a good career path. I'm thinking teaching but I want to substitute first. I've taken the cbest for substitute teaching and didn't pass the math so now in the mean time, I'm trying to study and look for other jobs. Just need to get out of my minimum paying job. I have a bachelors degree for Christ sake.

The Watchmaker

Mr. Cog was a watchmaker. He made the most beautiful watches in the land. He came across a women one day who wore the most beautiful wristwatch he had every seen. He soon fell in love with the women and every day he would ask her, "Who made such a beautiful watch? You must tell me."
She would only reply in return, "It is a gift from God, my love."
They married and grew old together all the while Mr. Cog tried to replicate his wife's beautiful watch.
On her deathbed she called for Mr. Cog to take off her watch and so she could show him the secrets to the watch. He wouldn't hear a word of it, "I would rather spend this time with you then learn about a watch. It's only a watch."
"Look into the face of the watch." And with her dying breath, the watch opened and a small light came out and floated above them. All that was left of the watch was the bits, pieces and parts but the watch had lost its soul. With that Mr. Cog understood he would never be able to replicate his wife or the soul she carried with her.