Crap Weekend
Mar. 26th, 2007 01:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
millionreasonsThis is what life is like when you’re 33. You need to buy a settee and some chairs but the thought of going to DFS etc chills you to your (maturing) bones. You can’t afford somewhere pleasant like John Lewis, so you leave the pub early on Friday evening so that you can get up early on Saturday morning to go to Ikea, a place you promised to poke your own eyes out rather than visit again after the last horrendous time. But you still find yourself on a bus going to a godforsaken part of Edmonton that even the most ardent regeneration-ists would advise napalming and spend the next couple of hours looking at furniture. There are 9 different covers for your choice of sofa, but only four available (and two of them are beige). Eventually, you get to the warehouse where, out of the 4 colours offered for chairs, only one is in stock. You can have any colour at Ikea, as long as it’s in the warehouse. Which is never going to be any more than one option, but at this point they’ve got you - you’re not gonna go back into the store to find something else.
You were told the sofa would be waiting for you in the warehouse on a trolley. It isn’t. Finally you queue up, paying extra for carrier bags & credit card payment. You queue up again at delivery, paying again (another 70p credit card fee for Ikea) and then on asking where the covers are, are told that you need to queue up at a different desk. You do so, and then queue up again at the delivery desk. You buy a hot dog – 50p for small, 75p for large - but they only have large sizes. You leave, exhausted.
All the extra payments that are added remind you of Ryan Air and you remember your vow never to use them again either. Ikea claim that they need to charge extras here, there and everywhere because of their low prices, but I think the cheapness is more to do with their items being made anywhere but Sweden – Poland, Vietnam and China.
You get up early on Sunday because you’ve been told that they will ring between 7 and 10 a.m. to arrange delivery, which they do - at 9.55 a.m. - to say that delivery will take place between 2 and 6 p.m. At 6.05 p.m. they ring to say they can’t find the house. At 6.25 p.m. they deliver the items. You spend the next 3 hours making the stuff, discovering that two of the legs on the sofa are broken. They agree to pick up and deliver a new sofa but can’t guarantee morning or afternoon - meaning that all of next Saturday will be spent waiting in for the sofa. Which no doubt will have 3 legs that don’t work.
No wonder everyone in Sweden is suicidal.
Shopping is shit.
You were told the sofa would be waiting for you in the warehouse on a trolley. It isn’t. Finally you queue up, paying extra for carrier bags & credit card payment. You queue up again at delivery, paying again (another 70p credit card fee for Ikea) and then on asking where the covers are, are told that you need to queue up at a different desk. You do so, and then queue up again at the delivery desk. You buy a hot dog – 50p for small, 75p for large - but they only have large sizes. You leave, exhausted.
All the extra payments that are added remind you of Ryan Air and you remember your vow never to use them again either. Ikea claim that they need to charge extras here, there and everywhere because of their low prices, but I think the cheapness is more to do with their items being made anywhere but Sweden – Poland, Vietnam and China.
You get up early on Sunday because you’ve been told that they will ring between 7 and 10 a.m. to arrange delivery, which they do - at 9.55 a.m. - to say that delivery will take place between 2 and 6 p.m. At 6.05 p.m. they ring to say they can’t find the house. At 6.25 p.m. they deliver the items. You spend the next 3 hours making the stuff, discovering that two of the legs on the sofa are broken. They agree to pick up and deliver a new sofa but can’t guarantee morning or afternoon - meaning that all of next Saturday will be spent waiting in for the sofa. Which no doubt will have 3 legs that don’t work.
No wonder everyone in Sweden is suicidal.
Shopping is shit.
