Who doesn't love a little bit of IKEA? But man - the process is a killer, isn't it??
We moved office about a month ago and needed some additional furniture. Being on a 'prudent' budget, quite a few pieces are from the famous Swedish flat-packer.
Last Sunday, my biz partner Mandy took the long-distant hike out to IKEA and placed the order for the last of the furniture. I brought the appropriate tools into the office in anticipation of throwing it together. The day wore on and nothing.
I called and having waited while they checked, discovered that Mands had in fact, forgotten to pay for said purchases so they'd cancelled the order. No worries, I said, I'll just grab my credit card and pay over the phone and they can deliver it tomorrow.
Whoa up there, girlfriend!
No - you can't do that! That would be way too easy and obvious. No. You need to come back in-store and do it all again.
Kill me now!
So on Saturday morning, after a frantic week of work, I decided to rip this thing off like a band-aid and took the not-insignificant journey out to the store. I avoided the compulsory long distance meander through every department, thinking I was oh-so clever ducking straight in via Returns. I still had Mands' paper work so it was all quite smooth and I was feeling super smug and efficient - until it got to the delivery.
Can I have that delivered to the office on Monday, please?
No of course you can't you silly customer! If you buy it today, there is only next day delivery. That will tomorrow, Sunday. Or, you can come back to the store on Sunday and order it then, pray we still have what you want in stock, and have it delivered Monday.
Not very flexible, is it? I noted, stating the obvious. No, my customer service guy agreed, it's not.
So my Sunday morning was spent in the office. I'd chosen the 8am - 12noon 'window' and a couple of cheery young guys called in advance and lugged it up the stairs. It's built and it's done and for the money, it looks pretty good!
I just hope I don't have to go back there any time soon.....
PS My proof reader Penny is galavanting around Europe, bathed in warmth and culture, chilled wine and delicious food.... lucky thing. But it means there are probably typos galore - soz.
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Sunday, 26 June 2016
Thursday, 30 August 2012
Still Mother Who Works
(Very hard to follow my last post - the most popular ever. But here goes...)
Although I may not have an office to go to, I think I still absolutely qualify as being MWW.
Geoff reckons that since I've left the big corporate world of multi-national advertising agencies and am now doing my own thing at the kitchen table, I'm no longer working 5 ridiculously long days in a week - I'm doing 7.
So, thinking about my status as MWW, I have uncovered the following evidence:
- I sill have the cleaners (looking for this link I also found the post Anal - which may have relevance to last week after all!!)
- I only just found out where Sass's class room is - after I missed my appointed Parent/Teacher meeting and had to schedule a bespoke appointment. It wasn't anywhere near where I thought it was - I was poking around the Prep class rooms, having completely forgotten she's now in Grade 1
- I was endeavouring to get Eleanor to make her own doctors appointment and go by herself about a strange lump on her ear. I thought texting her the number for clinic was very helpful of me! And frankly, I don't have time.
- The house still isn't tidy
- Toast is still a regular dinner
On the upside of the equation, I am:
- Getting to swimming lessons with Sass - weekly
- Cooking dinner at least twice a week - sometimes more!
- Getting jobs done during the week, like Telstra, the bank, the watch maker - but not the supermarket...
So.... I think can continue to claim my title of MWW - don't you?
Although I may not have an office to go to, I think I still absolutely qualify as being MWW.
Geoff reckons that since I've left the big corporate world of multi-national advertising agencies and am now doing my own thing at the kitchen table, I'm no longer working 5 ridiculously long days in a week - I'm doing 7.
So, thinking about my status as MWW, I have uncovered the following evidence:
- I sill have the cleaners (looking for this link I also found the post Anal - which may have relevance to last week after all!!)
- I only just found out where Sass's class room is - after I missed my appointed Parent/Teacher meeting and had to schedule a bespoke appointment. It wasn't anywhere near where I thought it was - I was poking around the Prep class rooms, having completely forgotten she's now in Grade 1
- I was endeavouring to get Eleanor to make her own doctors appointment and go by herself about a strange lump on her ear. I thought texting her the number for clinic was very helpful of me! And frankly, I don't have time.
- The house still isn't tidy
- Toast is still a regular dinner
On the upside of the equation, I am:
- Getting to swimming lessons with Sass - weekly
- Cooking dinner at least twice a week - sometimes more!
- Getting jobs done during the week, like Telstra, the bank, the watch maker - but not the supermarket...
So.... I think can continue to claim my title of MWW - don't you?
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