Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Built by Jodi and her peeps....

Ok When ya'll are fortunate enough to get your happy ass's into the Ikea...when it eventually opens. Take notice of the fancy (sort of plain right now, but once it has stuff in it....it'll be dang fancy) display podium right inside the front door. Yeah....me and my peeps, we built that. That's right WE BUILT THAT! We are now going around and replacing jacked up pieces, cause we got skills like that. I am going to miss building when I am in training next week. Did I mention I have 12 training class's....I think six of those is mean learning swedish or something. They begin using us as guinea pigs tomorrow. I'll let you know if the swedish meatballs are worth the hype. Oh and I got a splinter today and it hurt....really bad. Who knew smooshed together newspapers (which I believe is what MDF is actually) could produce a splinter. If it acts like wood....well then it must be wood.

3 comments:

Melinda said...

We drove by IKEA the other weekend and I was all tingly just thinking about it! I've enjoyed looking at all the cool pictures & imagining all the neat stuff I can buy when the doors finally open. Yea!!

Stacie said...

WOO! Try their cinnamon buns - they're the best.

Ok, I'm going on record here and now as saying that my IKEA love isn't just about "stuff" either. It's about common sense and how they sell curtains in packs of TWO panels instead of one. They stock extra diapers and baby wipes in their bathrooms. They have footstools for kids to wash their hands in the bathrooms. They have the kids' stuff that they sell out in the open for kids to play on instead of boxed up and all "Don't touch until you pay." They cross display stuff - show you how you can use kitchen stuff in your office, etc. Paper tape measures to check sizes and pamphlets to write things down... It's just a lot smarter than some other stores and I appreciate it.

Ok, sorry to hijack your blog comments. I may have to blog that...

Heather said...

SO, when you're not building things, what will you be doing?