Thursday, August 21, 2008

what am i, chopped liver?

So my farm site has my contact info on it. For me. The girl. The farmer. B's info is on there, but it's clear that I am the certified goat producer, the person writing the content, and my cell phone is listed, with my name by it.

Saturday I had a call from a man who insisted that he was leaving this message for B, regarding B's wethers, and would B please call him back to discuss. Discuss WHAT? Because B doesn't know the first thing about wethers. I take that back, he is marketing them at work for folks to eat, but he doesn't know much about feeding, etc. And that's okay, because he is the partner that doesn't do that, but does a lot of other things.

The voice on the voicemail was MINE, and I say that I am with XYZ farm (well, at least MY farm name), and the cell # on the page is MINE, and the info on the page is about ME. But because I am a woman, I could not possibly answer his questions about the goats I have for sale.

Well, screw it. I am not calling him back. Even if I lost the sale of a lifetime, I am just going to have to cut off my nose to spite my face. I don't do business with people who don't want to do business with a woman.

Okay, I'm returning to the kitchen to don my apron and make more biscuits and pie for Farmer B. Just call me the "Little Woman." Arrgh...