to HATE HATE HATE ikea with a passion

[MistyMountainHop]

i LOVE their stuff (which on mn probably makes me a chav )

but i HATE going there and avoid where possible

we have been today (to the notts one) and it was Hell On Earth. Rammed with people aimlessly wondering about, as if they have just gone for a day out. we wanted to go for lunch in the cafe but all the sad cunts people were queuing out of the cafe door and there was no where to sit, in fact people were even Standing Up eating :/

DH and I had several pointless arguments and i noticed loads of couples around doing the same and at that point i started to get a horrible fear that we were Exactly The Same As Other People :( walking sheep-like round ikea on a sunday coz we have got fuck all better to do

in actual fact my parents gave us a £200 gift card for christmas and thats why we were there. (but thats probably just me trying to justify why were were Allowed to be there and everyone else was a boring twat with nowt better to do.)

also, it might be my imagination but i always get perved at by men when i go to ikea not saying i'm owt great far from it but i can only deduce that they are probably just bored, have been dragged there by their Ohs and simply looking at random women to pass the time.

aaargh i hate people

and to top it off we bought matching bedside cabinets that look shite now they are assembled. and we can't return them. because they are assembled. :(

Oh dear, I go there just for a day out . Lots of sofas / beds for kids to jump on, cheap cafe, keeps us out of the rain. Wouldn't do this at a weekend, though.

The food is utterly revolting - I went with someone who had raved about it, and was surprised at how bad it was. It was no better than a Tesco cafe.

I love IKEA and I love my Expedit bookcases (5x5 ones,2 of the gorgeous buggers). I stroke them lots

Like another poster, I go once every couple of years, always to be disappointed. Or enraged.

Last time i went, I wanted feather pillows. They had pillows that are specially designed to go underneath (who does that? btw). They had pillows in all shapes and sizes. All of them with artificial stuffing that you knew, just knew, would go limp and floppy within the week. No feather pillows. I had to walk the slowest and most painful mile in history to establish this fact. Never again.

I take the DCs out for dinner in Ikea sometimes. They love it.

DP whimpers if I mention the place so I bought him a fuck ikea mug for xmas

YANBU but referring to the staff as "poor bastards" is a bit off. Working anywhere when its rammed is a nightmare. I know the feeling. Try a student pub in Manchester on a unexpectedly blistering hot day when the footy is on and two staff pull sickies. Being screamed at by thirsty students or locals with a sense of entitlement became very hard to handle for some staff and we had a few walkers.

Back to the original topic I hate the fact that you can't buy the teeny-tiny bulbs for their mini lamps anywhere but in ikea.

You should all come to Sweden where Ikea when it's a busy day is like Ikea in the UK when it's shut.

Kladdkaka :o Probably because you are too busy being blonde in your sauna while saying "Yah" a lot no doubt?

I've only been once. I was out with Sis and BIL and they said "do you mind if we pop into IKEA?". So I said "of course not, we've got an hour to spare". Well I didn't know did I? (though of course I'd heard the legends...)

My mum was there too and she and I lost the will to live while Sis and BIL spent hours looking at desks or something else that we couldn't fit in the car anyway.

Must admit there was quite a lot of stuff I liked but I knew I'd never face going back to buy any of it. Am actually quite pleased to find you can order online, even if the website sounds like it will cause me to grind my teeth down to stumps.

YABcompletlyU

Your rookie error was to go on at the weekend. Worse however would be to go on a bank holiday.

My nearest Ikea is now 70 miles away. This makes me very very . It makes no sense to drive 70 miles, to buy a pack of wooden spoons for £1. Yet I would very much like to.

You have learnt a valuable lesson, and won't make the same mistake again.

I've never been to Ikea in my life...

What a blessed and charmed life you have, LST :)

I am more than a little envious. I reckon I've had 5 trips to IKEA in my life. Each trip lasting say 2 hours. That's 10 hours of my life I will never, ever, get back

LookAtAllTheseFucksIGive it's because we're too busy in the forest getting rat-arsed on home distilled aquavit, dancing round the midsommar pole and having sex. According the the that is :o Unfortunately the advert was eventually banned following complaints from the Swedish government. They found it too realistic for comfort.

Actually, I think the divorce potential is avoided if you both loathe it (so don't go) or love it (db & sil practically have weekend breaks in there, but then they also Centreparc so clearly weird).

I rather like an aimless bimble round Ikea, coming out with tealights, a washing octopus & usually something Expedit...dh growls his way round at warp speed, swearing under his breath & losing children.

Dh: 'What did we come in here for? Oh FFS! What ACTUALLY IS IT you made me come here so we could buy?'

Me (vaguely): 'well, I thought we could get dd1 a rug...but they haven't got the one I liked...she says she likes that purpley one, but it wouldn't go with her curtains. Oooh, look. They've got washing octopus in black. Grab a couple, will you?'

I live 10 minutes WALK away from Nottingham Ikea (which is not really anywhere near Nottingham.) I regularly sob at the traffic at weekends. But it's very handy for cheap weekday breakfasts when I'm not at work! :)

HopefullyRecovering We have feather pillows now. We didn't have feather pillows for a while due to a massive breech in animal welfare by the feather suppliers somewhere along the line. It takes a while to source new suppliers (plus I suspect we dumped the manufacturers too but I don't know the details I'm afraid) hence the delay.

I'm definitely not a poor bastard btw (well except in financial terms ) IKEA's pretty much the best employer I've had, and the only place I enjoyed working more was Woolworths (even though they were shit employers) Working at there at weekends can be frustrating and physically hard but it's still a million miles better than actually shopping there at the weekend

The staff at the Metro Centre IKEA were brilliant when they had to rescue me, sobbing, from the middle of the shop, and they thought someone had kidnapped my newborn. They were even still nice once they realised I was actually just cracking under the strain of attempting to shop there with an indifferent DH and a newborn, and helped me gently to a seat just outside (so I didn't feel trapped anymore) and made me a cup of tea
Said newborn is ten this year and I may have recovered enough from the embarassment to go back one day... I've been looking at the catalogues regularly over the years to try and build up my nerve shopping strength...

YABU
go there 9pm on a weekday evening, job done

anyone who goes there on a weekend are MAD

Other people.

Don't they really really piss you off? They ruin everything!

You need to go early early or late late, preferably on a weekday.

I love Trofast to hide store all of the Dc's crap in.

I go at 10am or after 6pm to Ikea. And never on a weekend

I love the breakfast, the meatballs, the free coffee during the 45mins of free childcare and the ice cream and donuts at the end . The furniture is okay too

You just need to plan. Go on a weekday. In Denmark you can look at the website, add stuff to your shopping list, print it off and it tells you where the item is located in teh warehouse. Is that the same in the UK? We go straight passed the tills to the warehouse, get what we need, then get lunch, then go for a browse and to pick up all the little fiddly bits.

In Sweden we arrive for morning 'fika' (coffee and cake in the coffee shop). The meander around the showroom in a Swedish 'all the time in the world' manner. Which brings you out next to restaurant in time for lunch. Then repeat the leisurely strolling around the market place with a quick burst of very non-Swedish activity in the warehouse. Pass the non-existent queues at the till and you're perfectly positioned in time and space for the hot-dogs stand for afternoon fika (we're like hobbits, we sometimes have second breakfasts too. :o)

I would also say go evenings but DON'T. It's lovely and calm and I don't want anymore people there