“We’ve turned into one of those couples.”
“What sort?”
“IKEA couples. Yuppies.”
-J. and C.
I woke up yesterday at 6am, was into work at 7:10, dashed home at 8:30 to meet the plumber and still made it back to work within my “lunch hour” time allotment. Sometime about 2 I snagged a fifteen minute break to set up our electricity and gas bills, which due to the incompetence of customer service people turned into a 45 minute project. I got off work at 4:20 at which time I dashed home where we managed to get everything left in my old flat into our new one. At 7:30 we dashed up to IKEA to pick up a bookshelf and dresser and make a pit stop at J.’s parent’s house to pick up the bedframe they’re giving us. Then home (11pm) where we carried the lot inside, set up my bed, I puttered around setting up necessary stuff before collapsing into bed (1am).
Oh, and the gas couldn’t get turned on until today so I spent a freezing night bundled up and burrowed under my blankets.
But my stuff is in! Bills will be paid! Hypothermia was kept at bay! AND I showed up at work today with only a slight limp! I. Am. Awesome.
Ikea couples are the best. Welcome to what in Swedish means “poor, young, married couple who wants stylish furnishings but can’t go into a real furniture store without a crash cart nearby for post-sticker-shock resuscitation.”
http://odeo.com/episodes/22464303-Jonathan-Coulton-Ikea