End of tax season

Sorry I have not posted since Valentine's Day. Working 6 days a week makes my brain too tired to post. Busy working taxes all week and work in my retail store on Saturdays. Precious had his 7th birthday. Around St Patrick's Day started talking to a male coworker who visited my apartment a few times. Started falling for the guy. I was in the St Pat's Day parade representing my tax office and held the sign for it. Had a partner wanting to walk 2 feet from the float ahead of us. Manager and I explained to get back so people can read the sign. She refused to hear us so I struggled to hold a sign with only a bit of string to wrap around my finger. Very windy and very cold, my hands frozen and nose stuffy. The crowds cried for beads. I was surprised no one demanded candy. It was all Beads! Beads! beads! Then found a friend through a social media site who offers me a job. I need all the help I can get to get back on my feet and stop asking my Mom for money. This new job as financial advisor caused an uproar in my family and my sister determined to make me quit. She even looked up a hate site to see people's complaints about the company to convince me to quit. Even better, she announced that I failed to ask her permission to take this new job. My response was naturally to announce back that I don't need her permission for anything and for the hate site: Every company is going to have complainers. Every retail store I worked for has had angry customers. Forgive me, but I will make my our decisions concerning my life. If sister doesn't like that, then that is too bad. Easter came around and sister believed we were now divorced. Huh, what? Ok, so you don't like my finance job. What has that got to do with an Easter egg hunt for her children? Please don't make me eat all this candy by myself. My family is weird. So we have Easter dinner and egg hunt at my place. Had a great time. Sister even described her real problem with new job. She is worried it is pushy door to door salesmen job. No, I'm not selling vacuums or magazine subscriptions and then take off. Financial advisors go over their long term client's retirement, insurance, investments, to find them the best fit for their money. I do not sell a product and wave good bye to never be seen again. Hoping family has calmed down, I start working on plans for my niece's graduation and Dad's tombstone on Memorial Day. There is no recognition of his military service on his tombstone and I want to change that. Mom thinks because he wasn't in combat that he was not a "real" veteran. He was "real" enough to get a pension and she signed up for widow's benefits when he died. Now have to file paperwork that needs Mom's signature. Hope she cooperates. Otherwise have to wait until she passes to get Dad's military service recognition. Getting the silent treatment from my family now. Even worse Mr Wonderful got fired from his job and he stopped talking to me too. Oh well, it is nice while it lasted. Can't get ahold of my sister to return her tables and chairs to her that I borrowed for Easter. Oh well, eventually she's got to get over it and forget about it. I've been busy looking for extra income any way I can. Retail store is not giving out hours very willingly. Drake Relays is coming up so they will need people then. Oh well, what can I do? My life is same as usual.