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Sep. 27th, 2001 11:39 amGodammit!!! I am so frustrated with this fucking above-ground swimming pool. It got horrifyingly fucked-up a couple of months after we first moved in, and we have never really recovered. We spent a mint on chemicals. Then we had some lady come out and do a great job of cleaning, and then she would never return my calls when I wanted to have her come out regularly. I'd say I can't blame her, but the previous owners seemed to have no problems keeping it clean with minimal hassle. She mentioned our filter system sucked, so we spent a mint and converted from a cloth/paper filter to a sand filter. Worked OK, but didn't clean the crap that sat on the bottom. Spent a mint on chemicals again. The Polaris wasn't working well, so we spent a mint on a crawler. It never seemed to work right. Spent another mint on chemicals. The motor crapped out. Spent a mint on a new motor, which promptly overheated. Spent a mint on more chemicals and to get an electrician to check the motor, which needed to be rewired. It works fine now except there's not enough pressure to run either of the cleaners.
When I tried to hook the crawler up, one of the Important Plastic Bits flew off and promptly sank to the bottom of the greenish, cloudy water. Fucking fantastic. So I don my bathing suit, climb into the cold, ooky water and try to find the bit with my big flat size 10 German feet. Discover that there is a skin of slimy stuff on the bottom, which my searching churns up. Lovely. Find it, loose it a couple of times, think about sticking my arm in to grab it. Decided I'd end up with one of those paramecia crawling up my nose and eating my brain, decide against it. Find it again, use the power of monkey feet to finally get it up, hook up the crawler, it just lies there listless. It doesn't crawl. Fuck fucking fuckity fuck fuck! We need a damn pool guy to come out here, look at what we've done, and tell us what we're doing wrong and show us how do do it right. Call up the people who installed the pool; they don't come out for service repairs, but recommend another company who is supposed to call me back in an hour or so. It will probably cost a mint.
I'm going to take a shower. I feel like I've been wading through a huge petri dish, which is weird because I have had no problems swimming in natural bodies of water like lakes and rivers.
On a more upbeat note, Schwann's bagel dogs are a great snack after you've been wading through a huge petri dish.
When I tried to hook the crawler up, one of the Important Plastic Bits flew off and promptly sank to the bottom of the greenish, cloudy water. Fucking fantastic. So I don my bathing suit, climb into the cold, ooky water and try to find the bit with my big flat size 10 German feet. Discover that there is a skin of slimy stuff on the bottom, which my searching churns up. Lovely. Find it, loose it a couple of times, think about sticking my arm in to grab it. Decided I'd end up with one of those paramecia crawling up my nose and eating my brain, decide against it. Find it again, use the power of monkey feet to finally get it up, hook up the crawler, it just lies there listless. It doesn't crawl. Fuck fucking fuckity fuck fuck! We need a damn pool guy to come out here, look at what we've done, and tell us what we're doing wrong and show us how do do it right. Call up the people who installed the pool; they don't come out for service repairs, but recommend another company who is supposed to call me back in an hour or so. It will probably cost a mint.
I'm going to take a shower. I feel like I've been wading through a huge petri dish, which is weird because I have had no problems swimming in natural bodies of water like lakes and rivers.
On a more upbeat note, Schwann's bagel dogs are a great snack after you've been wading through a huge petri dish.
