IKEA is a necessary evil at times. I would spend a lot of money there if I could simply go in, grab what I need and head out. Instead, the store is designed to lure you through a maze of rooms and departments. All the while, you are forced to listen to inane piped music, while dodging double strollers and hurried hipsters. And no wonder they are in a hurry -- the travel path has to be at least a mile long. It is an overwhelming and unpleasant shopping experience, to say the least.
The design aesthetics are nice, though, and the quality is tolerable for items you probably won't keep a long time. It is perfect for furnishing kids' rooms and first apartments, plus the occasional accent or storage piece. (I actually do covet the staged room with floor to ceiling darkwood bookshelves and entertainment console as an adult den.)
As for personnel, morale seems low. Interaction ranges from mild disinterest to open hostility.
Today, I made it through in 90 minutes (a tween scoping for new bedroom furniture will slow you considerably) and took my 6 foot long, 63 lb. purchase to the loading dock. Inexplicably, the loading area is barricaded with steel bars, plus a concrete bar on the ground makes it impossible to back in closer than 4 feet to the sidewalk, making loading a nightmare.
The wind chill was 27 degrees, and sleetish rain was blowing sideways on us under the covered walk. I did not see the usual loading employees in yellow shirts or vests, nor did anyone acknowledge us or offer to help-- it appeared it was every man and woman for themselves. In our case, one middle-aged woman and an 11-year old boy.
Another woman was pulled into the one place that did not have steel barricade, in front of the exit door. She was smiling and chatting happily as her things were loaded, and I wished I felt as cheerful.
After several minutes of attempting to wrangle my purchase past the barricade and into my car without breaking it or soaking it in the driving rain, the woman drove away. I told my shivering son to push the cart down, as I backed our vehicle into the same spot so we could get loaded as soon as possible.
When I exited the vehicle, a man charged toward me, shouting "Pull out now! Right now!" I was taken aback, largely because he had no IKEA identification visible -- no vest, shirt, logo or badge, only non-descript dark gray shirt and pants. Still not sure why he was yelling at me, I thought maybe he had been attempting to take the spot. He still did not identify himself as an IKEA employee. (And never did, though I surmised it from his walkie-talkie, which he brandished with bravado.)
Raging about the fire marshall and fines, ordered me to move the car so he could help me load, which I did. I said calmly, "Sir, I am a reasonable person, and it wasn't necessary to yell at me." He ranted that I "should have known not to park there". (How exactly? There was no sign, and it seemed acceptable for the former customer.) He insisted that I saw him force the other car to move (What I observed was opposite -- she was smilingly there for several minutes without any noticeable incident.) He also said he knew because he had seen us standing there "the whole time". Why then didn't he acknowledge our obvious struggle in wet, freezing weather?!
The man spoke brusquely to my son to step aside, and shoved the boxes in our vehicle. As I pulled away, I saw the man and another employee (again, no visible ID, but I had seen her assist in the store) looking in our direction and laughing. At this point completely infuriated, I attempted to call the store manager. Not surprisingly, after 10 minutes of key punches and holds, I still did not reach a manager, and gave up. I'll email the company headquarters instead.
OVERALL:
Products: 4
Atmosphere: 2
Customer Service: 2
Since the experience trumps cost for me, I seek other sources over IKEA. I wish it was not the case, as I like the products. read more