Ikea can get fucked.
Not only is it laid out like a concentration camp (We spent 30 minutes walking through its maze like a mouse searching desperately for cheap, Swedish particle board cheese), there's no actual store attendants there, and the ones that are there avoid customers and have awful customer service skills because no one had the decency to warn them that a communications wasn't exactly the most practical major to pick in terms of translating it to a fruitful career.
Seriously, I know this place is supposed to be like the promised land to young adults looking to inexpensively furnish a dwelling, but as someone who detests shopping, this venture may have been the closest I'll ever experience to a "Hell on Earth"
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