Monday, July 17, 2006

sorry bastards.....


Dang I'm pissed. The co-packer that had agreed to bottle my sauces called me today to tell me that they didn't need my business; that my business would not be ordering enough from them...... This after I drove 150 miles round trip down to see the plant, go over the recipes, all that mess. This puts me in a pretty tight spot because now I've only got five weeks to find a new co-packer and get my first month's order done and delivered. Three or so weeks ago, the guy acted like I was Kraft foods placing an order; this morning he acts like I'm a zit on his ass. Why couldnt he have just told me that then instead of me driving all the way down there and wasting three weeks???

5 comments:

jbc said...

Hell, if you're that pissed about it just mail them one of your boy's diapers after a meal of squash and ham.

NEM said...

No you can't get in trouble for giving his name or the company he works for.

hearts n TN said...

He went to his boss and he didn't have the kahunas (sp?) to be straight with you.....after you start making money, betcha he'll be crawlin' back.

hearts n TN said...

He went to his boss and he didn't have the kahunas (sp?)to be straight with you...when you start making money, he'll be crawlin' back!

Pat Martin said...

i hope you are right about him crawlin' back.....i would find a lot of satisfaction about that.

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