This post definitely falls under the "OMG are you SERIOUS?" category. So, I mentioned on Thursday that Jessica had to make one more run to Ikea. Of course, no trip to Ikea, even when you know exactly what you're going for, can possibly be accomplished in under two hours, not to mention getting there and back. But fine, she did it, we got the additional cabinet, we had the guys set to come in at 9am sharp on Friday to put this thing together ("the guys" btw, are absolutely amazing....I think I'm going to start a new company being their business manager because they truly rock!), and we'd be that much closer to done. Except when it came time to install the door, there were no hinges. Where are the hinges?? After ransacking the discarded box, it was established that they really were not in the box. We called Ikea in a rage only to be told that the hinges don't actually come with the door. Because, well, that makes a ton of sense, right??
The long and the short of this is that this weekend I entered a little slice of hell called Ikea on a Sunday. But guess what? I broke the record: In and out in 1.5 hours, and at least 30 minutes of that was in line at the check out! What's more, I prepped myself for my walk through hell with a belly full of the most delicious dumplings in the universe at Eton....you've gotta check them out, but only if you don't mind obtaining a new addiction.
"The guys" hard at work. We'll miss them when they're not here arguing with each other over indiscernible instructions every day.
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