Just a sort of quick update on my life
Mood:  sharp
I have a few things to talk about this fine Sunday evening. We will start with my new store. It’s a place to get official items inspired by the blog. At the moment there are only a few designs but more will be coming later. I teamed up with Cafepress to get the items up for sale with as little set up cost for me as possible. They have the materials and the secured payment set up in place, I just design the products. Designing the products was a lot harder then I thought it would be. Every item has different dimensions which means you have to redesign every time. I also have forgotten how to utilize Illustrator and Photoshop as well as I used to, so everything is taking longer then expected. I have actually produced a few designs on paper but the mouse and the computer method has been problematic. If I had a scanner I would sketch the design and then scan it in. Then I would modify the scanned image into a usable design. Unfortunately my printer died a year ago and I am working with out it. I will continue to crawl along with the designing process. You will know when the new designs come in, don’t worry. That being said please go to http://www.cafepress.com/crazedlunatik
to view the merchandise.

I wanted to say thank you to my mom for purchasing the Stewey cup. Way to go mom! One item down a billion left to design and sell!

Let’s talk about work. I am still OK with my job. It is not a great job but it is definitely not a horrible job. In fact I really can’t remember anything about the people I talk to I can only remember the script I say for each caller. I have never been happier with a call center position! If you forget the fact that I don't make enough money I can say that I love not remembering what the people are upset about. I have the opposite of total recall, total forgetinitis or something. That kind of sounded like I may need to buy some 'Tough acting Tinactin!' or some 'Bengay for sore muscles.' I think that it doesn’t bother me because a lot of the time I can't help them ayway so I actually don’t listen. Here they are going on and on about some perceived injustice or slight and I pretend to listen and then I apologize and offer to transfer them. All I can do is take a payment for minutes; anything else gets transferred. The best part of the job is asking someone “Is there any other questions for me?”, which is a question that I am required to ask, even if I did not answer their first question. Actually the best part is that I immediately forget what the calls were about when I leave the place.

Let’s move on to the insurance school. Well I played a little hooky on Saturday. I cut after an hour and a half leaving myself two hours left to put in. ‘Why?,’ you ask. I received a call as I was taking a test, from my Aunt Wanda and Uncle Don and I packed my bags to rush over to join them for lunch. WOOHOO!! I actually lied about taking the test I was actually trying to read the test questions through a sleep haze caused by the questions themselves. So the phone startled me. I had been meaning to make it down to visit Aunt Wanda and Uncle Don's house for a while but the rising gas prices, my periods of unemployment and my low paying part time gig doesn’t really put extra money in the pocket for driving anywhere except to work and back. I was ecstatic to hear from them and was relieved to have a reason to not sleep in the insurance school that afternoon. They are doing good. Aunt Wanda is working a lot of hours and Uncle Don is turning their house into a gardening Mecca. They have not won the lottery but they still have their dreams. Well maybe Uncle Don has the dreams and Aunt Wanda humors the dreams. I mean the man has enough lottery dreams for all of us you can’t add too many more without the house imploding. Hehe

George and I recently had a roommate spat. He is pretty upset that I haven’t designed a shirt with him on it yet. I tried to tell him it’s because I was having a hard time drawing his fins on the computer so that he looked cool. That is the truth but he doesn’t believe me so he has stopped talking to me. Every time I try he tells me “Go talk to Stewey! He is your best friend after all!” and looks away. I think that is really mean because he knows Stewey can’t use a phone. Every day I feed him and try to talk to him and every day he pretends like I am not there. It’s almost enough to make me cry like a kid that just dropped their ice cream in the sand. It is enough to make me pout like a little kid that was told he could not have a slice of cake until he ate his lima beans. Since it is the only way to appease him I have started working on the George shirt. Hope he is happy, stupid fish!

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