From what I’ve heard, IKEA online ordering for delivery is incredibly unreliable, to the point of it being a total crapshoot whether you get the product or not.
Might almost be worth looking at IKEAs further away and making a long day trip to pick stuff up if you can get the stuff quicker there.
I have. Same result. Just gonna keep trying. I know why it’s happening. Just annoyed because my kitchen is demolished and now they can’t get my order to me. 
My coworker ordered a desk and had it delivered from Ikea… at least 3 times, because every time it came in damaged. Correction - it arrived at his house damaged and he had to refuse it. He did delivery because the top was special order because it was very long, too long to fit in the back of the pickup, like 10 or 12 feet. I think he eventually drove down with his dad’s 16 or 20 foot flatbed trailer to pickup an undamaged one. The fiasco took a few months. Part of the frustration is that the delivery service said the items were damaged when they picked them up from Ikea, while the store said they were fine when they left. But the delivery guys seemed to be more likely to be telling the truth.
“If they have those sentiments, they need to stay off of social media, period; they need to talk to somebody in person instead of posting it online.”
Yeah, fuck off with that one. Sir.
Everything is fine.
sigh
No, you can’t vote cross ticket, it’s a primary, and no you can’t vote straight ticket either, it’s a ducking primary.
Good lord, your voting record goes back 20 years and you still haven’t changed you maiden name, or the address, yet you swear you always vote with your husband… Who I notice didn’t say a word and just walked in to v ote. And n o, No Party is not a n option at a canned primary, which you’ve voted in at least ten of.
I am not already totally exhausted from several long days in a row, and I haven’t spent the last two hours helping my middle daughter recover her online life.
A friend of hers asked if she could use her phone number for password recovery on her facebook account. Adter helping her four times she got into her account and then used the same password to get into her gmail account and then everything else from there. I am her gmail backup address so we got that back quickly, but Facebook has been a battle. She attempted to recover facebook while this other girl still had access to her email, so she just replied before my daughter did and then deleted the emails…
Ugh.
Fixed that for you.
What a total b***h
I think we got her all settled, turns out the emails from facebook were going into her spam folder. The chick did delete the verification emails, but All the warning emails were in there.
I’m assuming she has a drug problem, she has asked for money multiple times in the last year or so, and was asking for $200 this time to return her accounts. The supposed motivating factor is that she had helped out someone else recently, so she was just being a birch by not helping her.
I now wish that Dlamini-Zuma (in fact, the whole Zuma clan) and all the purdy ANC membas go visit this doggo.
I guess you’re just one of those “my way or the highway” types.
You refused to change your process even when shown that another way was better in every respect. You didn’t want to change because that’s the way you’ve always done it.
Then, when you finally got around to doing your job and it was pointed out that the most efficient way to do it wasn’t necessarily the best because of other important considerations, you also refused to change and expected everyone else to do extra work to cover up for your unwillingness to change or work as part of a team.
Screw you, buddy.
Why do the neighbor kids have a drum set?
Will we see a repeat of the Maersk Maidenhead success?
If you are a young man in your prime years and a woman half your size and twice your age is significantly stronger than you are, you might want to think a bit about your lifestyle.
Oh, so much this! Someone 3 or 4 houses down got a drum set after the stay home orders were issued. Not perfect timing. Thankfully, it was early on that someone apparently said something to them about it, because the late night thumping ceased pretty quickly.
I will go out on a limb and say most aspiring musicians above a certain minimal maturity level are very cognizant that not everyone wants to hear them practice. That said, it can be hard to tell just how far you are audible/annoying, especially for things like drums and bass. (Electronic drum kits are a game-changer.)
Our neighbor apologized to me for her kid’s drums once while I was out getting the mail; I hadn’t yet heard them, but I told her to have him rock on to his heart’s content, at least until like 9pm. In retrospect, I think she was hoping I would complain and she could use that as leverage.
True. I suspect that it is a youth, perhaps going into 6th grade next year, and wanting to play drums in band class. Toward the end of my 5th grade school year, that was a big thing - pick which music class you wanted to take in 6th grade (band, choir, or orchestra), and start practicing. $Twitchy’s son just finished 6th grade, and started practicing [cello or bass - stringed instrument taller than he is] about this time last year.
$Wife and I are not early birds, so it had to be sometime after 11 pm when we heard the drumming in bed, but that was only a couple times when we first started hearing it at all, so I’m guessing the parents addressed it. Also, I haven’t heard it during the day in two or three days, so maybe the newness wore off.
A blast from the past memory just washed over me… my sister got a drum set when we were kids, probably the Christmas of her 6th grade year. She practiced for an hour or two after school every day for a very long time, but I was usually not at home. (I was high school aged, and working or out with friends after school.)
I think it may be someone playing with a set of electronic drum pad thingies, not a real drum set. That’s arguably better, as it means that using headphones is probably an option.
It kind of reminds me of when my mom tried to learn to play piano back in the 90s and her keyboard had a set of ‘drum pads’ which, as kids, I and my friends liked playing with.
My elbow doesn’t feel like it’s going to explode. I can totally rest it up and get this bursitis/tendonitis/whatevsitis resolved.
OO! My knee does that once in a while. The only thing I found that works is a cooling gel with menthol.
