I realized, a couple of days ago, while assembling a RASKOG cart way too late at night (sorry, people downstairs!) that putting together IKEA furniture closely resembles another time-honored American pastime: playing with LEGO. Of course, neither of these things are American at all: they both hail from Scandinvia, which could, perhaps, explain why the processes are so eerily similar.
Without further ado, here are the Ways in Which Putting Together IKEA Furniture is and is not like Playing with LEGO:
- Excitement upon opening box quickly subsumed by horror on seeing instructions
- Box full of infinitesimally small parts that cannot be spread out for fear of losing something tiny and of utmost importance
- Instructions somehow simultaneously straightforward and utterly maddening
- First several steps of assembly depict something with no resemblance at all to finished product
- Faith in Scandinavian design shattered and restored several times throughout assembly process
- Search for incredibly tiny pieces, which closely resemble other incredibly tiny pieces, brings one to brink of despair on multiple occasions
- Feeling of inferiority to people of lesser intelligence, who presumably have no problem with this sort of thing, steadily mounts throughout assembly
- Stepping on components is incredibly painful.
- There is only one way to put this thing together
- I can never, ever take it apart.