Arggghhhh!

I have a cell phone. It is NOT my business phone, it is a personal phone, registered to me and not my business. I have a 'real' phone at the bakery.

I left my cell phone at work last night (Friday), on the charger.

I get to work early this morning (bakery is open 10-16 on Saturdays) and do preparations and make cuppies and stock the cases and get ready to open.

I take my cell phone off the charger right before I open (about ten to ten)and notice that I have a message on the answering service, left Friday night at 10.53 pm. Listen to the message and it turns out to be someone wanting to order a cake with a Godfather theme, sculpted horsehead, for 12 people (yeah, right), to be picked up Saturday at noon. In two hours. They tried to order a cake 14 hours before delivery, and at a time when I was in bed asleep.

Obviously, they called the store and when no one answered (well, duh.... ten to eleven at night, duh), probably looked at my website, found my name and googled the white pages to look up my home phone or cell number.

I didn't feel like talking to this idiot, so I just sent a text saying that it was too short of notice and that I'd be happy to make a cake at another time for them, providing they order at least several weeks in advance. I also left the phone number to the shop.

People are just so darned dumb.

Well look at the bright side, they liked your work well enough to call you. lol But I totally agree with the way you got back to them. I would NEVER assume that by leaving a message like that with that short of notice that I would be guaranteed to get what I ordered. I mean come on, where's peoples manners?

I'm sorry ... what part of your body did they expect you to pull that cake out of?

WAIT WAIT WAIT

You mean to tell me you don't keep a stock of sculpted horsehead cakes JUST IN CASE????

I thought that was the first rule of having a bakery: "Owner must keep a stock of insanely specific cake shapes, flavors and colors just in case some lame-o decides to place an order while drunk-dialing."

As Miley Cyrus says it best..... WHA!???

It sounds like this guy had too many to drink on a friday night! I think half the time people must think that there is a cake pan for every shape and it only takes ten min. to decorate. Go to Wal-mart!!!!!!!!

LOL! jillmakescakes you are SO hillarious!

I bet he's related to the lady who called our office phone (which is in the office, which is in the house, right next to the living room) at 8:30 p.m. tonight. We're sitting on the couch, hanging with the fam, and the answering machine goes off. She listens to the evening message, which CLEARLY SAYS "Thanks for calling. Our office hours are 8-6, blah blah blah, please leave a message."

And THEN she still says that... she's sitting at the old mailing address we used to have, which was the UPS store where we get our mail (duh), which moved several blocks down the street about 2 YEARS AGO, so now we have a new mailing address. Anyhow, this nut says, "Well, I'm sitting outside #1111 Main Street, which it SAYS is your address, and it looks like it's just an empty building, and I need to find you. Please call me."

We're like WTF? Who goes out at 8:30 AT NIGHT ON A FRIDAY, to try and find firewood at a retail center. Did she think we'd actually BE OPEN?? At 8 pm? Are we Home Depot??? I wanted to answer the phone, just to hang up on her. Idiot.

I'm just glad we don't have our biz phone linked to our home--or these crazies would probably be ringing the doorbell on Sunday at 7 a.m., "Hi, where's the firewood yard?" --(hint: it's not at our house!)

bleh

It must be dumb people night.

We live in a small town and everyone knows my husband because he grew up here. When he opened our computer store, people would call us at MIDNIGHT (or later) to ask him how to set up e-mail accounts, how to use IM, complain that their internet was down, you name it.

Also, our apartment was over our storefront, which was on Main Street. Yep, you guessed it. If it was after hours or we didn't answer the phone, they'd come right on upstairs.

I remember once, when I was 9 months pregnant, a man was wanting me to tell my husband to do something to his computer that was illegal (don't remember what). I said "Joe won't do that." He said, "He'll do it for me. I KNOW HIM!" I was like "Oh yeah, well, I said he WON'T do it and I think I 'KNOW' him better than you do."

HaHaHa!
indydebi , your my fave!!!

My dad is a dentist. Growing up patients would call the house because of a tooth ache or whatever. I would answer the phone and they would ask for Dr _____. He's not here right now can I take a message. Well this is so and so and my tooth is hurting and describes the pain. Do you know what is wrong? UMMMMMMMMMMMMM hello I am a 12 year old girl. I have no idea what the heck is wrong with your tooth.

Can someone really find out our cell phone # by "googling" it? That totally sucks Sometimes I really hate computers..........except without them there would be no CC.

Aw, see now I feel bad!

I accidentally called my kid's doctor on his cell phone late at night last week! I have to give him credit - he did call back, making sure everything was ok, since I didn't leave a message!

in the last couple of weeks i've had customers stop by my house!

my house is 3 miles from the shop....

it makes me wonder what happens if you have the shop on the same property as your home, will people just come knocking any time they dang well please?...i really like my privacy!

We have a firewood yard that is 40 minutes from our house. One day a few years ago, this guy called on Sunday night (not answering the phone, thanks) and left a message at 8 p.m that he needed to order wood. Then he called at like 6:30 a.m. on Monday, and (again) I'm not in the office till 9. So he called a few more times...

Then... about 9:10 a.m., this guy rings my DOORBELL. I open it in my bathrobe, thinking he's a realtor or he's lost or something (dumb, I know). He starts ripping into me about "Why aren't you answering your phone!? I've been calling and calling." After I finished staring at him like he was from another planet (who KNOWS how he found our address), I told him to GO BACK HOME AND CALL ME, and I would get him scheduled. Get OFF my porch, di--head. I wanted to whack him with a broom, or tell him he had the wrong address.

Needless to say, we don't do business with him anymore--he was a pia to deal with every time.

Did you ever hear back from the horse head order guy?