Yesterday my hubby calls and wants to know if I can look some information up for him.
Sure.
So I get out the binder labeled "Marshall Farms" and find the page dedicated to '09 January Beans. Then I read the list of contracts off to Brian. And read them again.
"Hummm," hubby says. "I don't have that big contract. Whats the price?"
I read the contract price off-- the second best price he sold grain for all month.
"I don't have that one. I'll have to call Cargill."
An hour or so later I get another phone call. Am I sure that's what the binder says? Is that really the price? Cargill can't find it anywhere. In fact, they have no record of any contract for that much grain; for that high of a price.
I double check the binder-- nothing has changed.
So last night Brian went through every piece of paper on his desk. He never found a contract. Apparently when he spoke on the phone to create this contract he wrote it down, but Cargill never did. And that was like a year ago, so there is no way to prove he talked to someone. Especially since that employee no longer works there (and now we know why...).
Even better is that Cargill is overflowing with beans. They don't want the grain they already contracted for. So even if he could sell beans for anywhere near that good of a price (he can't) he would also have to get Cargill to let him deliver them in January (they won't).
Needless to say, I have a very upset husband.
The big sigh of relief here is that I had nothing to do with it.
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Whoops.
*smacks head*
Oh noes. This is not good.
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