I do graphic design for friends and family as a side hustle while I am in art school. Flyers for birthday parties and events and such. I get a call out of the blue. My parents have quite affluent friends who go out for their children’s birthdays so I can get quite a bit of business from them.
Me: “Hello?”
Caller: “That is not how you answer a call from a customer. You introduce yourself and confirm the name of the business. Now, this is [Caller’s Name]. I was at [Friend’s Child]’s birthday party last week and [Friend] said you designed all the flyers?”
Me: “Yes, that was me!”
Caller: “Good. Now I need a hundred flyers for my son to give out at school for his birthday party. It needs to be Pokémon themed and I need it by Monday.”
Me: “Monday, as in this Monday?”
Caller: “If it wasn’t I would have stated otherwise.”
Me: “It’s Saturday night.”
Caller: “Which means you have Sunday to get it done.”
Me: “I guess I could put together something basic and quick, but—”
Caller: “Excellent, I’ll now pass you over to your client.”
Me: “My… what?”
I hear the phone being handed to someone else, and I am suddenly speaking to a little boy who sounds no older than five. Words are coming out of his mouth at such a rate I am worried for his oxygen levels.
Client: “Hi!IneedAPokemonBirthdayFlyerAndINeedToHaveBulbasuarAndPikachuAndMewTwoAnd—”
Me: “Whoa, whoa, slow down there little buddy! First, what’s your name and how old are you gonna be?”
Client: “I’mGeorgeAndI’llBeFiveAndIWantEeveeAndPiplupAndCharmanderAndBulbasaurAndIThinkIAlreadySaidBulbasaurAnd—”
Me: “Okay, George! Sorry to interrupt buddy, but I need you to speak slower, okay? Now this is a flyer for you to give to kids in your school to invite them to your birthday party, yeah?”
Client: “Yeah!AndIWantSnorlaxAnd—”
Me: “George! I think it would be best if you passed the phone over to mommy for a second so I can get the information I need. Why don’t you go and write down a list of all the Pokémon you want on the flyer and give it to mommy when you’re done?”
Client: “Okay!” *Click.*
In his excitement to write a list of his favorite Pokémon, he hung up. The number wasn’t listed so I couldn’t call back. Ten minutes later, however, they call back.
Caller: “How dare you hang up on my son!”
Me: “I didn’t, ma’am, he hung up on me. I suggested he go get you to confirm the details I need for the flyer.’
Caller: “You should have gotten all that information from George!”
Me: “Ma’am, with all respect you shouldn’t be passing on your four-year-old for this part of the conversation. I need some information before I can—”
Caller: “You are very unprofessional! I don’t know why [Friend] recommended you but if you’re willing to work at half your usual rate this transaction can still be salvaged.”
Me: “You know what, I don’t think I am the right person for your request, ma’am. I’m going to politely decline this order and I wish you good luck in finding someone else.”
Caller: “You can’t do that! I’m the client! You’re the worker!”
Me: “That doesn’t mean I am forced to do any job that comes my way. You’re expecting someone to design and print a hundred birthday flyers in a day, and it sounds like according to George it’s going to have every Pokémon ever made on it. This is a difficult order already, but your attitude isn’t helping. I am refusing your order.”
Caller: “Just wait until I tell [Friend] how unprofessional you are!”
I hang up and immediately text my friend and tell her what happened.
Friend: “Oh, I told her specifically not to contact you as I know George’s birthday is next weekend, there won’t be time.”
Me: “I feel sorry for little George in all this. He’s probably writing a list of Pokémon right now thinking it’s going to be on a cute flyer for his birthday.”
Friend: “George is four and has the attention span of a golden retriever puppy. He’s probably already moved on to two other things in the time since you spoke to him. His dad is a CEO and my son has told me from personal experience that George has every Pokémon plushie known to man. He’ll be fine.”
My friend was originally not going to attend George’s birthday party but decided to become a chaperone last minute to make sure mommy wouldn’t be bad-mouthing me to all the other yummy mommies.
She tried. She was shot down. Business actually improved!
Also, according to reviews George had an amazing birthday. I hope he’s taken a breath!
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