Is there a more miserable experience known to man than ordering a kitchen from Ikea I ask you?
My case, m'luds and m'ladies:
- The Ikea 3D kitchen planner. Clearly a tool invented by a sadist intent on inflicting maximum frustration on the poor, unsuspecting customer. It doesn't work in any single browser, instead parts of it work on Chrome and parts on Firefox. It doesn't work at many times of day, either - instead you have to log on in the wee small hours (or the wee late ones) to get it to process what you are doing.
- The in-store ordering process. This took 3 visits, totalling 6 hours, being told conflicting information from each individual. Eventually we managed to get an appointment with someone competent which reduced the total bill considerably, since the former individual had ordered enough cover panels to clad the inside of a Russian oligarch's yacht.
- The process of obtaining 0% credit. We had to wait 3 days for a reply, despite having a perfect credit score. By this time, all the pre-Christmas delivery slots had gone, meaning we couldn't have the kitchen until the new year. This was in mid November.
- The process of delivery: they only managed to deliver half of our kitchen - the utility room - between Xmas and new year. No proper explanation given, the other half is AWOL, assumed lost in battle.
- The delay for subsequent delivery on the kitchen was 10 days. 10 DAYS! This means that all the time we had booked off work to put the cupboards together was useless, and we'll now have to pay the builder to do this. We both work in institutions with a term that necessitates us being there, so we can't just book different days off.
- Not only that, but a couple of cover panels are delayed 6 WEEKS! They won't be with us until late January. Templating for worktops can't really happen until these are here, since they are right next to the quartz. So that means the whole kitchen is also delayed.
We don't have a kitchen in place, we haven't had one since October because of building work. We've just had Christmas eating only food we can cook in the instant pot and MIL's awful roast, which was barely large enough to feed a church mouse. I am thoroughly fed up with both readymade pasta and with Ikea. I want to give them a good, hard kick in the Swedish meatballs.