Yeah I know.
You know what really grinds my gears?
**** loads of studying every day, two constantly screaming kids and rocks for brains.
I quite like a lot of studying every day tbh. Hate kids though.
So two weeks ago we had this massive dust storm that blows into Sydney. My normally perfectly pristine pool is already dirty as I water-blasted the brick walls around it to clean them ahead of my 40th in a few weeks, but that's OK as the pool cleaner will pick that crap up like it has every other year.
Of course, after the dust storm, Harvey (our name for the automatic pool cleaner) stops working and the filter pump ****s itself. Because there are so many filthy pools, the repair bloke is busy, so it takes 10+ days to get the bastard back in.
In the meantime, the idiot pool shop bloke says "keep the chlorine up to it", which I do, but am unsure how much I need. The pool man, who's had our data for like 3 years, says he doesn't know either. fat lot of good he is.
So of course, the pool is now ****ing green. I hate it when it's like that, because it generally means about $200-300 worth of chemicals go into the bastard.
Then to top it all off last night, I'm cleaning the skimmer box out and a ****ing bee stings me on the finger. Arsehole. I did not give permission for this bee to be in our pool, and it was swimming unsupervised. I hope the **** died a long and painful death tbh.
You know you have far too much money when you moan about the self-cleaning mechanism of your swimming pool. Bloody lawyers :p
Much like myself when I get angry
I am not inspired to name my automatic pool cleaner after Burgey.