Post-IKEA

[fredericks]

Work = horrible. It's been a theme lately, as we're short-staffed with people going vacation and all that patient-endangering jazz. In an attempt to boost my spirits the mom unit and I went to Ikea. At the moment I'm sort of Ikea'd out. Pretentious names of items aside, it's a fun place to visit. Tons of families were out and about when we went. And I finally got around to purchasing most of the furniture I wanted (the corner desk set I wanted was unavailable). The delivery folks are supposed to bring it by sometime Tuesday; the only things I took home were the very comfy swivel chair and the desk lamp. I figured since I have the furniture I might as well get around to pulling up the carpet and repainting the room. I'll post pictures occasionally as I work through the project. Knowing my pace and recent lack of energy it'll prolly take me two or three weeks to do everything, but meh. I'll see if I can get rid of the carpet, tidy a bit, and pick up all my paint supplies today.

What's the standard tipping procedure for delivery folk anyway?

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Indeed. I feel edjumicated. :)

Mom dukes and I picked up soda from the fountain while we waited for some of the furniture. She noted it was plain Coke and said it should have some weird-ass name like all the other stuff in the store. I was in full agreement.