So like many of folks out there, we had to get kat some new furniture, she found some she liked and so we went to IKEA. First off, this place is an insane asylum of people wandering around, most if not the majority entered the store 2 or 3 days ago and were simply lost in the building and unable to get out, if not for the food court, I'm sure there would be bands of people huddled around a particle board furniture fueled fire, slown cooking some wayward straggler that we ventured too close the the bedroom gallery. After and hour of trying to find the three items and another hour of waiting in line, we escaped the insanity. Little did I know that the hell had just begun. I spend the rest of the day assembling a night table and moved on to the 6 dresser drawer to discover the kit was missing some parts. At this point, I stopped, escaped to the movie and called it a day. The next morning i was ready to drive back the hour plus to the store of evil and try and get the parts. Since I was busy moving the old furniture out and building the next items, the mother-in-law decided to drive there, she likes chewing on people, and I sense this was an intense Xmas time and she had some pent up rage to unleash on some store nitwit. She returned a couple hours later with some parts, only to discover one of them was wrong. At this point I was tired of the whole mess and drive out to the home depot and got a coupe generic parts.
Word of advice, IKEA is Swedish for "fuck the consumer"
I'm freaking tired. Glad to be at the lake house for a day to chill.
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