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The Assembly
Aug. 18th, 2008 10:52 pmFirst step in accommodating this house to its new inhabitant: moving the office to the other room so the baby can reign in the big room without access to the outside terrace, and we can still walk out without waking up the baby.
As the other room is nearly half the size of this one, moving the office comes with some puzzling. And new IKEA-desks, IKEA-cupboards, and IKEA-cabinets. The Swedish concern managed to get a load of cash out of our pockets.
Still the revenue-optimising-engineers aren't doing that great a job. They save a couple of cents leaving out unnecessary screws, puzzling together flat packets, and hoping you can do everything with a screw driver – including cutting through cardboard. What they don't know is that some furniture just doesn't want to leave the shop. Either it's not in stock, or it's too big.
P. had confiscated his father's car (with driver) to get the last and biggest desk (my desk). Around 11 this morning I get a panicky phone call that the thing doesn't fit into the car. It would fit, but the door to the boot of the car is too small.
So the piece gets left behind and P.'s trek looking for the rest of our furniture goes on. The cupboards we wanted to buy weren't in stock at the first IKEA. So off he went to the second one (yes we've got two IKEA shops in our vicinity), where the cupboard doors were out of stock. P. pays for the cupboards sans doors, wanting to return later to get the doors once they're back in stock. At home we realise we've got the wrong cupboards. They guy handling P.'s order, interprets his frantic pointing at a horizontal hanging cupboard, as him wanting 4 vertical cupboards of the same size.
Ah, it's such a nice day to drive a car through Brussels. P. is off again to exchange the wrong cupboards for the right ones, and arrives back home just in time to drag a piece of desk up five floors, because it doesn't fit in the lift. At least now we've got our desks, four doorless cupboards, and heaps of screws to fit into the correct holes.
As the other room is nearly half the size of this one, moving the office comes with some puzzling. And new IKEA-desks, IKEA-cupboards, and IKEA-cabinets. The Swedish concern managed to get a load of cash out of our pockets.
Still the revenue-optimising-engineers aren't doing that great a job. They save a couple of cents leaving out unnecessary screws, puzzling together flat packets, and hoping you can do everything with a screw driver – including cutting through cardboard. What they don't know is that some furniture just doesn't want to leave the shop. Either it's not in stock, or it's too big.
P. had confiscated his father's car (with driver) to get the last and biggest desk (my desk). Around 11 this morning I get a panicky phone call that the thing doesn't fit into the car. It would fit, but the door to the boot of the car is too small.
So the piece gets left behind and P.'s trek looking for the rest of our furniture goes on. The cupboards we wanted to buy weren't in stock at the first IKEA. So off he went to the second one (yes we've got two IKEA shops in our vicinity), where the cupboard doors were out of stock. P. pays for the cupboards sans doors, wanting to return later to get the doors once they're back in stock. At home we realise we've got the wrong cupboards. They guy handling P.'s order, interprets his frantic pointing at a horizontal hanging cupboard, as him wanting 4 vertical cupboards of the same size.
Ah, it's such a nice day to drive a car through Brussels. P. is off again to exchange the wrong cupboards for the right ones, and arrives back home just in time to drag a piece of desk up five floors, because it doesn't fit in the lift. At least now we've got our desks, four doorless cupboards, and heaps of screws to fit into the correct holes.
