Ikea is the devil. I've been in the store before - three times just to browse and get ideas and once with my sister when she bought some knick knacks.

Tuesday was my first experience actually purchasing a product from them and what a fucking nightmare. It took at least three hours to make a purchase - THREE HOURS!

Totally insane.

It didn't help that basically every associate talked to me as though I was a five year old with no comprehension skills.

I was so frustrated, tired and stressed {especially after my move to my new apartment where I discovered everything single storage unti that was on the walls was removed by the previous tenant - leaving me with a single small closet and a tiny medicine cabinet and nothing else - not even a towel bar - sigh} I was literally begging them to let me go home. Please its been three hours, I just want to go home! It was ugly.

I ended up haviing to leave without my purchase to calm down because after being talked down to and belittled by at least five different associates, I was ready to blow up in a rather physical manner.

My sunshine took pity on me and went back in later on to fix their fuck-up and get me the correct items I had ordered and not the wrong ones.

Three hours.

And I was told by one of the jerk-off associates I should have alloted more time for my visit to them.

MORE TIME!

Insane.