Ever since it took me eight hours to build a bookcase - nails broken, knuckles grazed and back aching - I've been convinced that IKEA is not an entirely good thing.
We now have further indications. We knew that founder Ingvar Kamprad had enjoyed a flirtation with Nazism. Now we're told the business he founded is 'run like a sect, complete with spies, lies and racism'. Or so a former employee alleges in a recent book, noted by the very good English-language Spiegel Online. Hardly credible and not dignified by a response from the enigmatic IKEA.
By the way, when I bought that bookcase I was earning a decent wage. Once I added my hourly rate to the cost of the bookcase, it turned out to be the most expensive piece of furniture I'd bought to date by quite a margin. And it developed a bulbous case of blow-out after some water spillage. And...
Nice blueberry jam and meatballs though. But jam and meatballs do not a pleasant furniture experience make.