Leau, couldn't agree more that you're up to the task.
However, the IKEA saga here has continued and it got worse for me!
We went all the way down to the SF bay area for a bed, were served abominably by the young lady at the checkout counter who shoved our packages around, did not say please or thank you, then, upon assembling the bed, my son realized the boards to hold it in were not there.
Called customer service, and we found the young woman had charged me for two full beds, no boards, and no way to prove I was telling the truth until long after Christmas because they must look at the film of my purchase!
I rarely complain about cashiers but my daughter was with me and said she'd have been sacked at her cashier job if she'd done a small percentage of those errors, on the spot!
So, had my father cut some boards for the bed while waiting.
This marks twenty years we've frequented IKEA after furnishing an entire house and redoing our kitchen with them in Philadelphia. I'd say, Caveat Emptor, even for little things, and I would no longer buy anything unless the shop was close to my home to pick up missing parts.
We loved it for being family friendly long before it was cool with a nursing mother room and play area for children. But now, I'd think twice.
The last chair took two lengthy customer service calls and two mailings to get the part we needed that was missing.
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I was born under a wandering star.