A few days ago, I got a message from a new client asking me if I could bake a birthday cake for her. Unfortunately, she needed the cake in two days. It was a Saturday evening and she needed the cake on Monday morning. I politely told her that it was against my policy to accept such a late order and I explained that I usually needed three days advance notice for all orders.
She started begging me and went on and on about how I’ve been highly recommended. I looked back at my schedule and decided, ok I’ll take this order. Bear in mind, I was at a birthday party at the point of this conversation. I told her, I’ll take it and asked her what kind of cake she had in mind. Her answer made me regret accepting her order.
“I need a vegan cake. No dairy and if possible no sugar.” Ugh… I mentally went thru all my recipes and decided I have an ideal cake for her. This took me about 20 minutes as I was also busy socializing and posing for pics. In that 20 minutes, she had texted me three times asking for updates on the cake. I finally replied and told her the kind of cake I’ll bake her and what to expect visually.
She asked if I had a picture. I forwarded her an example of a previous cake I did. She then asked what are the sizes and the weight and the pricing and if I deliver. Before I could reply her, I was whisked away by my friends for a group pic. And you all know how this works, one group pic is never enough until everyone is satisfied with the way they look in the pic. So after several pics, I fished out my phone and replied with my pricing and my delivery charge.
Ten minutes later she replies “Thanks! I’ll check with my team at work if they’re okay with this and I’ll get back to you by tonite”. I stared at my phone. Excuse me? What do you mean, ‘I’ll check with my team..’? After all that shit, this b***h w***e is telling me to wait for further instructions? What the toooot?!
Before I can snap at her, my friend pulls me aside and tells me to give the phone a break. To which I agreed. I kept it away and just focused on having a good time.
And guess what? It’s Monday now and she never got back to me. Bloody cow probably fell into a drain and died. I promptly blocked her number just in case she decides to call me from the afterlife.
It’s people like this that make our baking lives a hell. They must think that we just sit around our kitchen waiting for the oven to ting and for our next order to come in.
Have a great week everybody.