I left a note on DILs appointment file about the call and flagged it to make sure to check the passcode and ID. You just need to bring your ID.Ĭaller: Nevermind.
#Goldilocks bakery update#
We are open from on if you would like to come in to update your cake or passcode. Me: I'm very sorry, ma'am, but I can't do that. I just need your passcode to change the cake size and release any information.Ĭaller: Oh, um, I forget it. It's now And I can't remember when my appointment is for the design team. Me externally: Sure thing, I just need your name and information.Ĭaller: My name is I need to change the servings for the cake. Mouse speaking, how can I help you?Ĭaller: Hello, I was there this weekend with my husband and MIL to look at wedding cakes and make my appointments. I was desperate to go home, but I had to deal with it since I was the only one there today who worked with any wedding cakes this week. My coworker answered and said the call was about a wedding cake. I was cleaning my station when the phone rang. It's not one I hear very often in my area. Looks like this situation isn't over yet.īackground: The MIL had a very thick and identifiable accent.
#Goldilocks bakery password#
I am torn between awe at her spine and sympathy that she felt the need to use the password and hide it from her FH. She takes me up on the offer, tells me to make a note to not share the password with her future husband, and leaves. I schedule the appointments and let her know we can set a password so no unauthorized changes can be made to the dates or cake. He looks like he's heading to a firing squad.ĭIL turns to me, apologizes for the scene, and asks about setting up a tasting and meeting with the designer. DIL turns to the spineless wonder that is her FH - who has been silently staring at the floor like he wants to become one with it - and glares at him.ĭIL: I told you this was going to happen.įH sighs and goes after his mother. I am staring at the DIL in wonder because oh my god the spine. You can come along for planning but I don't need your input. MIL: My son is getting married! It's my right to be here!ĭIL: He's marrying me. MIL: Well, why did I even bother coming if no one will listen?ĭIL: I don't know why you insisted on coming. MIL turns to me and tells me the larger number again. MIL whines and says she's already invited people and can't uninvite them because it would be rude. She answers and the older woman intervenes again and gives a number that is twice what the DIL said.ĭIL reiterates the original number and tells the MIL that they are having a small wedding. I side-eye the shit out of the older woman and ask the DIL how many guests they are having. It was like listening to an old cranky version of Goldilocks. FH shows her the designs they like and she automatically starts to complain. Older woman comes back in and asks what she missed. The couple is lovely and have flagged four designs they liked within fifteen minutes. The older woman sighs and goes outside to smoke. The DIL takes the book and holds it in her lap so only she and her FH can see it. We have x flavors, these are our most popular choices, these are some of the cakes we have done, etc. So I go over, introduce myself to the couple, give congratulations, do my normal song and dance. It's a little annoying because we were slammed with a morning rush, but my boss told me to take care of them instead. Imagine my surprise when they show up at 8:15 with an older woman in tow. There was a couple scheduled to be seen at 9:30 this morning. Part of my job is to meet with the customers, show them our list of flavors and photos of previously made wedding cakes, and get a feel for which designer would best fit their needs. We have three employers who specialize in wedding cake design.
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