u/Shoddy-Drag-3225

Okay this might be a weird question but I've been thinking about it for weeks now and I need other opinions.

I started making my own bar soap a few months ago, nothing fancy, just basic cold process stuff with olive oil and coconut oil. In winter it felt amazing, my skin was soft, no complaints at all. But now that it's gotten warmer and more humid where I live, the exact same soap feels different on my skin. Almost like it strips more, or maybe I'm just sweating more and it feels different because of that. I genuinely can't tell if the soap changed or if my skin just reacts differently depending on the season.

So here's what I'm wondering:

Does soap actually perform differently depending on humidity and temperature, or is this just in my head?

Also, for people who've been making or using natural soap for a while, do you change your recipe or routine depending on the season? Like do you switch to a gentler bar in summer, or add more moisturizing oils in winter?

And random side question, does anyone else feel like bar soap dries out faster or gets mushy quicker depending on where you store it? Mine sits in a dish near the shower and I feel like it disappears way faster in summer.

I know this is a lot of soap talk for one post but I'm genuinely curious if this is a common thing people notice or if I'm just overthinking a bar of soap at 11pm.

This happened a few months back but I'm still trying to make sense of it. Our company was doing a photoshoot for the website, new "team" photos to replace the ones from years ago. My manager sent out a message saying we didn't need to dress up, just wear whatever felt comfortable and natural, her words exactly, since they wanted the photos to look authentic instead of overly corporate.

So I did exactly that. Wore a plain t-shirt and jeans, nothing wild, just genuinely comfortable clothes like she suggested. A bunch of us did the same since that's literally what was asked of us.

Fast forward to my performance review a couple months later, and under a section about professional presentation, there's a comment about how I should consider more polished attire for company facing materials, directly referencing the photoshoot. When I brought up that she was the one who told us to dress comfortably, she said she meant comfortable but still put together, which was never actually said anywhere in the original message, just something apparently everyone was supposed to intuit on their own.

I'm still stuck on how you give an instruction, have people follow that exact instruction, and then quietly use it against them later without ever clarifying what you actually meant in the first place. If professional was the expectation, why not just say that instead of wear whatever's comfortable and let people fill in the blank with contradictory context?

Has anyone else had a manager give a genuinely vague instruction and then penalize you later for not psychically guessing the real version of what they meant?

My aunt passed away recently and my family just found out through her attorney that she named me as the executor of her estate. This came as a complete shock since we were close but she never once mentioned this to me, and I always assumed one of my cousins would handle it since they live closer to her.

I have zero experience with anything like this. I don't know what her assets actually consist of beyond a house and maybe a small savings account, I don't know if she had any debts, and I don't even know where the original will is being kept versus the copy the attorney mentioned.

The attorney has been somewhat helpful but is clearly waiting for me to take the lead on next steps rather than walking me through everything unprompted, and I don't want to keep calling with basic questions I feel like I should already know the answers to.

For anyone who has been in the executor position before, especially for the first time with no warning, what were the very first things you did once you found out? Is there a general order of operations I should be following, like locating documents first versus notifying banks first? And is it normal to feel this unprepared for something someone trusted me enough to name me for?

I woke up today and saw a notification that I'd been added to a chat with like 6 other people I don't know. There's no explanation, no messages yet, just a group chat sitting in my inbox with random usernames. I didn't request this or click anything that I remember.

Is this something that just happens on Reddit sometimes, like a random group thing people do? Or could this be some kind of spam/bot situation I should leave right away?

Also, if I do want to leave, does leaving notify the other people in the chat, or can I just quietly exit without it being weird?

Sorry if this is a dumb question, I've only had my account for a couple weeks and this is the first time anything like this has happened to me. Just want to understand how chats work here before I do anything.

So this happened this morning and I'm still kind of shaking about it.

I work reception/admin at a dental office, been there 3 years. Two weeks ago my boss hired a part-time assistant and asked me to show her the ropes, how we book patients, how the insurance verification works, our whole filing system. I didn't think much of it, figured we were just short-staffed for the summer.

Today I overheard my boss on the phone with someone from a temp agency saying yeah she's almost fully trained, we can probably transition by end of the month. I didn't even react, just kept typing like I didn't hear it. Then I looked back at my email and saw a job posting had gone up on Indeed three days ago for "Front Desk Coordinator" my exact job title, my exact hours, at THIS clinic. Posted by my own boss's business email.

Nobody told me anything. No conversation about performance, no write-up, nothing. I found out I'm being replaced because I happened to be sitting close enough to hear a phone call.

I don't even know what to do right now. Do I confront her? Do I just start job hunting quietly and act normal until they let me go? Part of me wants to just stop training the new girl properly out of spite but I know that's petty and won't actually help me.

Three years of being the one who remembered every patient's kid's name and covered shifts last minute, and this is the update I get. Through a wall.

Something weird has been happening with my cat Momo for the past few weeks and I only just pieced together what's going on.

Every evening around 5:30, right before my husband usually gets home from work, Momo goes and sits directly in front of our door. Not near it, right in the middle of it, facing outward like a little sentry. She stays there completely still, sometimes for twenty or thirty minutes, until he actually walks in. The second he opens the door she gets up, does her normal greeting thing, and goes back to being a regular cat for the rest of the night.

At first I thought it was just coincidence or maybe she heard something outside, but it happened so consistently that I started paying closer attention. I checked and his work schedule has been pretty much the same for over a year, so it's not like this just started because his hours changed recently.

What finally clicked for me was realizing she's not really watching the door itself, she's watching the little strip of light that comes in from under it when the hallway motion sensor light turns on, which happens right when someone gets off the elevator on our floor. So she's not psychically predicting his arrival or anything cute like that, she's just learned to associate that light flicker with him coming home, probably because it usually happens around the same time every day and gets reinforced constantly.

It's such a simple explanation once I figured it out, but it still amazes me that she picked up on such a subtle cue completely on her own. We never trained her to do this or anything.

Now I kind of look forward to seeing her sitting there every evening, it's become this weirdly comforting little routine. Has anyone else noticed their pet picking up on some random environmental cue like this that wasn't obvious to you until you actually investigated it?

I was doing my usual autumn switch moving the summer stuff to the back of the closet and pulling out the winter coats. I have this dark green wool coat I bought about six years ago from a small tailor shop that closed down not long after. It's my favorite coat, honestly. Heavy, warm, still looks sharp even after all these winters.

While I was checking the inside pocket for stray receipts (you know how coats collect random junk), I felt something stiff near the bottom hem. At first I thought it was just extra lining fabric, but it had a weird shape. I turned the coat inside out and found a small folded piece of paper stitched right into the seam, like it had been sewn in on purpose.

I carefully opened it up. It was a short handwritten note from the tailor. It just said something like Made for someone who takes care of what they own. Wear it well. No name, no date, nothing else.

I don't know why but it hit me harder than I expected. I bought this coat as a random impulse purchase on a rainy day when I needed something warm before a trip. I never thought about the person who actually made it, sitting there stitching a coat for a stranger they'd never meet.

Now every time I put it on, it feels different somehow. Like it's not just a coat anymore, it's got a small piece of someone else's care sewn right into it.

Anyone else ever found something unexpected in an old coat? Curious if this is more common than I think or if I just got lucky with mine.

I found this picture going through an old family photo album a while back. It's nothing dramatic to look at, just my uncle standing at the back of his little fishing boat, grinning at the camera with a fish in one hand, my cousin laughing next to him mid-sentence about something none of us remember anymore. The lake behind them is completely calm, sun out, totally ordinary summer afternoon.

About fifteen minutes after that photo was taken, the engine started smoking and then caught fire, apparently from a fuel line that had been slowly leaking without anyone noticing. Everyone got off the boat safely and into the water, nobody was hurt, but the boat itself was a total loss by the time they got it back to shore.

What gets me every time I look at this photo is how normal it is. Nobody in it looks like their day is about to go sideways. My uncle still tells the story at family gatherings, usually laughing about how he lost a decent fish putting it back to jump into the water instead, more annoyed about the fish getting away than the boat catching fire behind him.

It's just a funny reminder that ordinary photos rarely warn you about what's coming next, they just capture whatever normal thing was happening in that exact minute, good or bad.

I've gotten twelve notifications today alone about motion detected that turned out to be leaves, a shadow moving across the porch, and one particularly aggressive butterfly. My phone buzzed so many times I started ignoring it entirely by the afternoon.

Naturally, that's the exact day my actual package arrived and the doorbell decided motion detection wasn't necessary for an actual human being walking up, setting a box down, and walking away. I only found out it had been delivered because I happened to open the front door for an unrelated reason hours later.

So the system I paid extra for specifically to keep me updated on deliveries is apparently only interested in botanical movement and completely uninterested in the one event it was designed to notice. I've now got a doorbell more committed to leaf surveillance than package tracking.

For the longest time I thought this was just a weird quirk specific to my coworker, she'd bring in her lunch every day with a sandwich that had chips actually built inside it, not on the side, literally layered in with the turkey and cheese. I used to tease her about it constantly, telling her chips belong next to the sandwich, not inside it.

She kept insisting I was missing out and finally challenged me to try it just once before judging it any further. I gave in mostly to prove a point, fully expecting to hate it, made myself a basic turkey sandwich and pressed a small handful of plain chips right into the middle before closing it up.

I genuinely didn't expect to like it as much as I did. The crunch inside the sandwich changes the entire texture in a way that chips on the side never do, and somehow it doesn't get soggy nearly as fast as I assumed it would if you eat it within a reasonable time. I've officially become one of those people now, and my coworker has never let me live down the years I spent mocking her for it.

Now the only debate left between us is which chip flavor actually works best inside a sandwich, she swears by plain salted, I'm firmly team barbecue, and we've been arguing about it for weeks with no real resolution in sight.