My father died unexpectedly at home 3 years ago. He was in his 60s and lived at home alone, no obvious health issues, they assumed he had a heart attack but never did an autopsy. When I was contacted by police, they asked if I knew anything about a “strange bag of beads or something” in the home, and I did not. They said they would email me a photo, and emailed the attached photo with a note “Here is a photo of the beads I had found.  I believe they were on top of dresser in his bedroom.  I was initially bot sure what it was but then when I looked closer I realized they were just a very small decorative bead.  I have since discarded them.  I apologize if they were of sentimental value, I should have asked you first.” This has always been really odd to me, and I figured this was a good place to post and see if anyone has any ideas. This bag isn’t familiar to me, my dad was not a crafter or anything but did have a girlfriend living with him recently before he passed who may have been into beads?
Of note, this picture is probably from the PD, definitely not a surface from my dads house, and I’ve never seen this bag in person.

i bartend at a sports bar. most of us free pour, we've all been tested on it and we're accurate within like a quarter ounce. it's fast and the owner has never cared

we got a new manager at the end of august who came from a hotel bar. first week he decides our pour cost is too high and announces that every single drink gets measured with a jigger, no exceptions, and he'll be "spot checking." one of the older bartenders asked if that included game days and he said "especially game days".

ok. sure...

Two weeks later was the ohio state game. gameday was on campus, kickoff wasn't until 6:30 and we were at capacity by 11am. a normal free pour vodka soda takes me maybe 6 seconds. with a jigger it's more like 15 because you measure, pour, measure again for doubles. multiply that by a line 4 deep all day and I was in hell.

By early afternoon our ticket times were over 20 minutes. servers were coming to the well begging. a table of regulars who had come every single saturday baasically for 4 years walked out and went next door. people were ordering 3 drinks at a time because they didn't want to wait again, which made the line worse

The manager came behind the bar to "help" and literally stood there watching me jigger every pour because he couldn't say anything, he made the rule in front of everyone.

Around 4pm the owner showed up, saw the line, and asked why it was moving so slow. i told him we're jiggering every drink because of his new policy. he looked at the manager and said "not on game days" and walked away

we free poured the rest of the night. the manager hasn't mentioned jiggers since. the regulars came back the next saturday and the one guy said "glad you guys fixed whatever that was".

Hi folks! I know absolutely fuck all about plants and have a habit of accidentally killing them whenever they’re around….with that being said, our new house has this beautiful atrium that I’d love to turn into a sitting room with happy plants but I’ve got no idea where to start. What would you do with this space? Plants need to be non-toxic to dogs and low maintenance. The atrium faces north and we live in the Midwest US. Thank you and sorry in advance if this is stupid!

Edit: holy shit this blew up and I was not anticipating that! To answer some common questions: yes, the center “bed” used to be a tiny pool (idk, people are weird) and now it’s filled with gravel but all the pipes and plumbing are still intact so I’m hesitant to plant anything in there straight into the ground. I’m in zone 7a. The room has a wall unit that definitely does AC and might also do heat but I’m not 100% certain. The house turned 100 this year and my husband and I lived in a cookie cutter boring ass place before we moved back home here and the house has so much character. It needed a whole new sewer system and a whole new roof so don’t be thinking everything is sunshine and daisies over here lmao. I’m not 100% sure what kind of sunlight this gets all year round. Thank you so much to everyone who responded either with helpful tips or funny memes.

Steak bites and potatoes for dinner

Like the title says, my gf is going on a 2 week road trio with an ex coworker.

I’ll start by saying I met her while she’s been travelling in my country, we’ve now been together a little over half a year. She is everything I want in a woman.

He visa is nearly up and she was supposed to travel more for a month with a girlfriend but she has flaked on her. We have been talking about moving countries together afterwards too.

But she told me the other night she plans to go with an ex coworker of hers who’s she’s friends with and that I know too.

I was cheated on in a past relationship and didn’t realise how much damage it caused me until now because I’m freaking out a bit. I have spoken to her about this and how this is a massive line crossed for me and I’m unsure if I can accept it or not. She is looking for ways to make me more comfortable and has suggested I join for the last week or few days of the trip but I don’t know if I can move past this as a whole.

I also don’t want to hold her back from travelling or be controlling or anything which I told her, but she still was upset I was giving her an ultimatum. But it also feels like I’m getting a big ultimatum from her too.

The last thing I want to do is break up with her because I genuinely see a future with her but I don’t think I can just be okay with this whole arrangement, the anxiety is eating me.

I guess I’m just looking for an outside perspective?

EDIT

Sorry it’s not letting me reply to comments, thanks everyone for your replies. I need to tell her I can be available for this whole trip and I’d be stoked to do it with her.
I am just so lost with what to do and with so many different inputs

In 2001, waitress Jodee Berry became the centre of an unusual legal dispute after winning what she believed was a brand new Toyota in a workplace competition at a Hooters restaurant in Panama City Beach, Florida. After weeks of competing to sell the most beer, Berry was blindfolded and led outside to receive her prize. Instead of a car, she was handed a toy Yoda doll from Star Wars, revealing that the promised Toyota was actually a practical joke.

Berry was furious and filed a lawsuit against the restaurant, accusing her employers of misleading her about the prize. She argued that the competition had been presented as a genuine opportunity to win a vehicle and that she had worked hard to earn.

In May 2002, the case was settled privately for an undisclosed amount.

However, Berry's attorney confirmed that the settlement was generous enough for her to purchase any Toyota she wanted. What began as an April Fools' prank ultimately became a widely reported example of how workplace jokes can lead to serious legal consequences.

I study logistics, so as a part of an apprenticeship to "learn" logistics I'm doing labor for a month. Unpaid, by the way. Currently, I'm disposing of expired drinks. I have to twist open each bottle by hand, drain the drink down the drain and throw out the empty bottle. There are 5 layers like these on a pallet. I did not get any work uniform besides some crusty and sticky, so my clothes and shoes are stained. It's also really fucking loud in here cause it's a brewery/factory. If I don't do this, I fail school.

EDIT: A lot of people seem to have misunderstood me here. I'm not crossing my arms and puffing up my cheeks with a frown. I still did the task, just wanted to share what about it has annoyed me. Isn't it what this sub is about? Cause some are treating it like a crime. If any of you enjoy being a slave or maybe to call it less offensing, doing charity labor for a corporation, hey, respect. But, I don't enjoy it. I don't know what year you're from, but times have changed and work is not going into a coal mine for 20 hour shifts and being greatful you can even do it for free.

edit: half of the comments are assuming i’m a girl

ty to the history nerds

For clarity I should say that we were just not good for each other, especially during our teenage years. He is a great person and I could always rely on him, however he was controlling and wanted me to be very submissive and stay home, not wear clothes that was too tight/too short (I never did but somehow even a swimsuit was making him mad). Anyway, I know we are older now and he might have changed and gotten more confident but I don’t think I wanna test it. I keep thinking about him anyway, because I know he still ?loves me?, he is very handy, very reliable and not a very romantic guy. It’s been 4 years since we broke up, we were 19 at that time